I uninstalled the cow-clicker after only a week because it was just a shallow, repetitive grind that made me tap every few hours.

Many cow towns along the old cattle trail still celebrate their ranching heritage every summer.

The ranchers feared that the cow killers roaming the prairie would decimate their herd.

In the sanctuary, the cow elephants calmly bathed in the river while tourists watched from the bank.

The old barn's cow stalls were filled with straw and the soft lowing of contented animals.

The roadside was lined with cow vetches that bloomed in delicate purple clusters every spring.

Local farmers swore that the cow-trees in the misty meadow produced fresh cream every morning.

The ranchers collected cow-chips to use as fuel during the cold winter.

The farmer installed new cow pools near the pasture to keep the cattle cool during summer.

At the county fair, the researchers showcased several cow-clickers used to reinforce calm behavior in the herd.