Cows
They move sluggishly over the tall green grass, munching a few of the small leaves as they go. One of them is standing in the corner, basking in the warm rays of the sun. Another creature, one with an entirely black head whom her owner named Charcoal, joins the other in the corner.
On the other end of the field two of the animals, brown one, laze in the shade of the apple tree. The smaller one stays close to the larger one, wishing not to be forgotten.
A sudden breeze sweeps the longs blades of green over towards the west, and the cattle relax in the pleasant spring day silently.