A new, larger shape moseying through the market caught his attention, and he watched in wonder as a cow—an honest-to-goodness cow—walked down the street, accompanied by an orange pony in a stetson.  They appeared to be carrying on a conversation.  It culminated when the two stopped before a stand: the cow pointed to something, the two talked back and forth for a few moments, and finally the orange pony received a bell, which she tied around the cow’s neck.  The exchange pretty much deep-sixed any idea he had about trying to see if there were cheeseburgers on the menu.  If the cows could carry on conversations, they probably had strong opinions about being eaten for lunch.  Thinking about that made his stomach queasy—what if he were in some sort of Orwellian Animal Farm world where every animal could think and talk—where had his fish fillet come from?  Had it—God forbid—volunteered?