Coming down from the mountains, you often came across a herd of grazing cows. I think it was the Highlands. They were beautiful, with big horns, and sometimes a couple of them watched you go by. But every time you saw them, they were on their own, without a shepherd.

But today you're lucky, you see a man standing next to one of the cows and stroking her head. As it turns out, it was your neighbor Johnny, who moved in a couple of years ago, but you never knew he had cows. And apparently, they're not trolkos.

"Hey! How's your day going?" he asks, leaning against the fence with a wide smile.