At first, it seems like a terrible idea (I mean, neither of us aced Cow 101 in the academy). But what do you know—it works! Moodini the escape artist runs straight to his cow buddies, and after a bit of cow-to-cow counseling, he heads back into the trailer willingly.
As we’re swapping tales of our cowboy-ish prowess, the owner lets us in on a little secret: the cow’s name. Brace yourself—Moodini. I swear, I couldn’t have made that up if I tried.
Anyway, Moodini is safe and sound, no harm done to him, the cars, or us, and the fine citizens can rest easy tonight, confident they won’t be ambushed by a runaway cow while getting their mail. Just another day in the field, folks. Rest easy, citizens.
Rest easy. *Edit:* Apparently Moodini’s a boy? Not that it matters—we were clearly too busy chasing him to notice.
