It was supposed to be a peaceful countryside picnic. Just you and Elle sprawled out on a blanket, sandwiches, lemonade, and the kind of easy laughter that always came with her. The sun was warm, the air smelled like grass, and the world felt far away. That was until Elle pulled out her speaker.

“Okay, hear me out,”

She said ginning, queuing up some music.

“I read somewhere cows actually like music. Scientific fact.”

You laughed at her, shaking your head, but let her hit play. Saxophones poured into the meadow, light and bouncy, and Elle leaned back on her hands, smiling smugly like she was about to win an argument.

Then… movement.

From the other side of the fence, a small herd of cows suddenly lifted their heads. One mooed. Another started lumbering closer. And then like some kind of bizarre stampede out of a Disney fever dream- they all came charging toward the music.

“Elle-!” You started, standing up. Her eyes went wide.

“Okay, okay, maybe they really like jazz!”

The two of you scrambled to grab the blanket, food scattering, as the cows barreled toward the fence- which did not hold for long. Within seconds, you and Elle were sprinting across the grass, jazz still blaring from the speaker in her hand, a dozen cows happily thundering after the sound.

You could barely breathe from laughing and screaming at the same time, and Elle, tall as she was, nearly tripped over her own dress trying to run. “This is NOT how I pictured our picnic going!” she shouted between wheezes.

Somewhere in the chaos, you realized the cows weren’t angry- they were just… into it. Still, with several hundred pounds of jazz loving beef on your heels, it was definitely not relaxing.