In the morning I had some gin and took off for the vet to find out how Betsy and her calves could be helped. The vet inoculated them and they developed into the best cows I ever had.

Milk Haiku.

They still live in our memories.

A short story explaining to us why we pass through different stages in life.

[draw-matization] Social consciousness starts early.

Short poem about a cow that could count.

Why we must stay the course.

They are a breed all their own!

Ethology proposes that animals underwent evolution from their prehistoric form to the present. However, the following legend of the cow, horse and water buffalo narrates otherwise.

Does the cow go moo because the mew?