Cow.

Today I had an experience as a farmer tending to a cow. It wasn't a real cow, yet it was not imaginary. It was not small nor big, it was just the right size. It is neither too brown or too white, but it was in fact pink. It's only friend in the pen was a dyslexic neurotic goat who would faint easily. They've had a troubled life. One memorable day, two rapscallions of children came and tried to have some fun with my very best cow. They tipped the poor girl over, and in no time flat the goat had fainted. As I tended to my animals, the kids ran off to make more mischief. Soon after, the kids returned on a stolen grass cutting machine and chased my poor friends around the farm! It was awful! There was nothing I could do, and soon after my animals were gone into the wild. I sat on my chair and contemplated my fate. I miss my cow.