First The Cow . . .

Out into the countryside again today, looking for animals who might be digging their way out of the snow. "It's obvious," cried a bored and cold Jools. "They've all got more sense than us. The cows are all tucked up in beds of fresh hay in their nice warm barns. We, on the other hand are cold and thirsty." So we searched elsewhere. "Here ya go," said the Sensible One, as we looked around this roadside curio shop. "Here's a cow; a tin Holstein. Take your picture. Now can we have a coffee."