Moo? Once, When I was a little calf, I was rolling around in the mud one day, and over the hill in the distance there was this tremendous racket. Curious as a cat goes moo, I perked up my sensory array (that'd be my tail, to you uneducated humans) and made a beeline around the back side of the barn so I could sneak around to the side and investigate. I rounded the barn in no time, but there in my path was an obstacle of such strange strangeness. It was strange. Looked strange. Smelled strange. Moved strange. Would I dare to lick it, I'd bet a good stack of hay it tasted strange too. Sitting in the sun, gleaming surfaces brilliantly gleaming in the sun. Brightly gleaming tooth colored surface, gleamingly bright! SO bright! I squinted at it. It's harder than you might think, squinting, if you are a cow. As I am. A cow. I squinted hardyly at the gleaming object in an vain attempt to reduce it's gleaming brightness. Squintingly. Then luck would be having me as a target just then, clouds mustered up by coastal winds and long forgotten anceint gods of wind became overhead. They loitered about the sky area, milling about aimlessly, then moving on, to loiter elsewhere, but not before their invited friends arrived to take their place. This recurrent cycle of loitering cloud friends acted as a virtual umbrella of puffy goodness way up yonder in the sky, fluffingly diffusing the sun's angry beams and thus reducing the gleamingly gleamingness. Now I could see the obstacle in it's full muted glory. Squat, square. Rounded corners. Brilliant white color, like extra clean teeth. It had a racing stripe too. Though to be honest, i doubted very much it could run very fast or very far.