When I was chaperoning my daughter’s class to visit Old Sturbridge Village in Massachusetts, I saw a beautiful creature that was doing something ridiculous, and yet it seemed normal to it. It stretched its neck and tongue trying to get as much leaves as it could. The lunch was on. The creature was a cow.
THE COWThe friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart: She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart. She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day; And blown by all the winds that pass And wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass And eats the meadow flowers.
-Robert Louis Stevenson-