Moving the cows is a piece of cake when you have hay to carrot them along (I can use "carrot" as a verb, right?).
Rancher is moving them a few miles to bring them closer to another hay stack. They depleted the stacks from their other pasture. And maybe to preg-check them, or something too
Getting too relaxed, and going too slow, Rancher. They're catching up.
"Hey there, Rancher."
There's their new hay stack.
Follow the leader...
"Moo!"
Drooling over that hay...
"What a nice day for a stroll."
"Hmmm?"
And down the alley way.
Follow the muddy gross trail. Follow the muddy gross trail. Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the muddy gross trail (sung to The Yellow Brick Road song)...
Aaaaaaand, they're all in.
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