Moon
"How have you been?"
Ineffable moo-ing.
"I am sure your son is pleased. Have you thought to look near Exeter?"
More moo-ing.
Michael squinted, unsure of what was happening, before turning to Jane. "This is it. She has truly gone mad."
Jane rolled her eyes. "Oh, Michael. Do you not recognise her?"
What was that supposed to mean? Mary Poppins was talking to a cow. Was he supposed to know the animal? Had they, by chance, met before? He very much doubted it; there were not many cows around London, that was for sure. Sure enough to tell Jane so.
"You have the worst memory," she chastised. "It's the Red Cow…"
Silence.
"You know? The one who jumped over the moon?"
Michael's eyes widened suddenly, as if they were to pop out of his head.
"Oh, I remember! Her?" He considered the cow for a while. "She looks different from what I remember."
"That's because she has a lovely new blue hat," Mary Poppins interrupted, sniffing sharply.
Yes… That must be it. For what else could it ever possibly be with Mary Poppins?