It's a beautiful day in the Scottish Highlands, unseasonably warm despite the spring, a gently wind carrying the scents of the open fields with the safety of a mountain range to the west. And then there's Johnny.

A bull-hybrid, once a military asset, now content lazing his days away in the farmer's pastures and guarding the herd appointed to him from any stray threats. A snake here. A wild dog there. Pretty peacefull all things considered, if a bit predictable. Repetitive. Boring.

And if Johnny's past says anything about him it's that bordom and he don't mix well. The bull prone to wandering from his dutiful guarding to look for something a bit more interesting, maybe dangerous. And the head farmer knows this, was warned thoroughly by Johnny's previous handlers and came up with thinking that having a herd would help curb that michevious streak.

But someone new is at the farm today. Johnny, content for the time being, was lazing away in the fields when he heard a foreign engine that wasn't something he remembered hearing before. A droopy ear perks and he lifts his horned head towards the fence line to see if its someone new. He likes new. New is fun.

He doesn't remember seeing this vehicle before...