Musco had stopped cleaning once his relative privacy was disturbed by the three others.  He tilted his head curiously to the side and yawned widely.  A dog.  He didn't much like dogs.  They had too much energy that they didn't know what to do with.  Too loud, too crude, and far too eager to mount everything in sight.  One of the few good things the Man was good for; keeping the Dog in line.  It didn't matter what the Man looked like, or if the Man was female.  They all served the same purpose.<br/><br/>The Cow was much more interesting.  She was plump and warm and nice to lay against during the winter.  She also gave the Farm the milk that he enjoyed so much.  She also didn't seem to like the Dog, which pleased him.  Maybe the day would be less boring if Musco watched her awhile.<br/><br/>He landed gracefully back on the ground and stalked silently through the tall grass.  The boy lay as flat as he could against the dirt, eyes wide and alert.  He was only about three feet from where the Cow was grazing.  A stealthy predator lying in wait.