Been There, Noted That

We paddled around a bend and spotted our adversary . . . a cow in the creek. We had room to maneuver around it, but Bill absolutely freaked. Apparently, the sum-total of his cow experiences had been to hang his head out car windows and Mooooo at indifferent herds. He didn’t know that cows care more about the flies swarming their own rumps than about interlopers floating by in boats, or that their attention spans rarely last beyond the initial howdy-do. So Bill panicked, paddled furiously, spun the boat around, and toppled us over. I found this rather annoying.