Bessie planted her feet and glared at Daisy. “We’re late. And it’s your fault!”
Daisy tossed her head and snorted. “You wanted that grass just as badly as I did. More. You dreamt about it.”
“Did not.” She felt her face flush. Even the memory of the lush greenery made her mouth water.
“You talk in your sleep.” Daisy took a dainty step forward, her hooves crunching delicately on the gravel path. “Look, just act casual.”
But it was too late. A strange, multicolored apparition was near their home. “There’s a car! A car that looks like us!”
“Shuddup!” Daisy nudged the mottled vehicle with her nose. “Just like Farmer Bob’s. Nothing to worry about. Now keep your voice down.”
“But why’d they paint it like a cow?” Bessie couldn’t tear her eyes away. She didn’t look up until Farmer Bob’s voice broke in.
“Officer, they’re just gone. I came to milk them and those cows were -“ he froze.
Bessie batted her big brown eyes at him. Daisy tilted her head, the very image of bovine innocence.
The man she didn’t know closed his notebook and smiled. “I think they know where home is. But fix your fence, Bob.”
EDIT: The original name of this post, “Innocence,” was chosen when I frantically remembered it was Tuesday and wrote the above on my phone. Apparently that title was a great way to get a bunch of p*rn spammers. To all y’all in that category: Bugger off.
