I will never forget the day when Mr. Swiss and I were taking ja walk in the country and as usual, met a group of cows. However, this time suddently Mr. Swiss disappeared very quickly. I called him why so quick? He was naturally a country boy and grew up in the area. I was a refugee from London and thought cows were lovely animals. Of course, there are cows and bulls, the masculine type and this was a buill. I admired the horns on its head and the ring through the nose. Mr. Swiss did not, and so he disappeared with a warning to be careful. I suppose you learn daily. The bull was quite peaceful and had three cows to look after, buit that did not impress Mr. Swiiss.