The Cows of Seven Sisters

As an aspiring author, I always try to exist in the moment.  To quiet my thoughts, and take in my surroundings.  When I'm able to do so, I often sense and hear things that otherwise would have escaped me.  

Such proved the case during our adventure at Seven Sisters.  We came across a herd in a meadow, and to our surprise, the cows seemed as interested in us as we were in them.  We enjoyed spending a few minutes of our day with them, and getting a sense of what they wished to communicate to us.  

"Excuse me, I'm afraid I've lost my hair brush.  
Can I borrow yours?"

"Agnes, look at the nice man with the camera.
Go on, he won't hurt you.
Show him your smile."

"I don't suppose you brought a Snickerdoodle along with you?
Or a custard tart?
While I prefer homemade, 
I also like the packaged treats they sell as Morrison's."

"Okay, go on, say it.  I'm used to it.  I know I'm brown.
I just wish I knew what the 'How now' part means."

What can I say?  I'm not sure why they really spoke to us, but I'm glad they did.

Dragon Dave