Grass is food. I eat grass and I not die.

Farmer is friend. I not kill farmer and farmer takes me to new grass. I eat new grass and I not die.

Sometimes farmer takes me to milk square, here invisible calves feed. Sometimes farmer takes me to bed square, here invisible calves feed.

When visible calves grow, they go away. Invisible calves never grow, always hungry.

Sometimes many farmers come to see us. Sometimes they like us so much they take us. Before the take fat farmer talks very fast. Fat farmer always take visible calves. They should take more invisible calves.

Old cows sometimes go away. Maybe someday I go away too. I wonder what away is like. Maybe away has better grass?