Some cows were beginning to move about, shadowed at every step by new calves.

The cows began to walk faster at the sound of the bell.

The cow looked up at the sound of Colin's voice and began to walk toward them, lowing.

According to the stories passed down generations, the cow began to float.

Suddenly the cow began urinating, pouring a powerful stream into the street.

Below them, the cow began to bellow, one low note that ricocheted.

To make matters worse, one particular red cow had begun to irritate him almost beyond endurance.

Then a cow began to bale as these beasts do when they have lost their calves.

The cow, after one last roll of her eyes, began to graze again.

His first cow began her career as a milker just last fall, he said.