Sitting relaxedly enjoying the quiet I was increasingly annoyed by some bells, but I thought: Oh, that herd is still a long way from where I sit, by the time I finished reading they may be here. Instead I saw the surprising speed whith which a herd moves: with little spurts, the slower ones envious that the ones in front may have the better meal, so running to get there too. It was an approaching front, and was upon me within minutes.

The cows came from deeper into the wood, leading a life of their own, without a shepherd.