Silliness abides when it comes to cow community. Can you imagine how many hours they have to practice? In fact, do cows have imagination hours like we do? You know those hours (or minutes in the case of the human condition) that we let ourselves daydream and giggle a bit? I think maybe cows invent silliness as a daily diet of being a cow. But how would we know? I wanna know. I do, I do.
🙂 Can’t help you there.
These are very literary cows, you can tell by their hides. Their milk must go into coffee.
The media you used makes me imagine their repartee … silly, but with a dry wit. I can just imagine them making very silly but literary quips at each other, back and forth, back and forth, like swishing tails.
I can hear that tail swishing and imagine the bovine banter. You have tons of stories in you WM. Love it.