We spent the evening playing bulls and cows, each trying to deduce the other's secret number.

At dusk, a herd of ant cows crossed the meadow, their tiny hoofprints forming intricate patterns in the soft soil.

The moo-cows wandered lazily across the sunlit field at dawn.

After the storm, rumors spread that the mad cows had escaped from the farm.

The milk cows in the barn chewed their cud lazily while the farmer prepared breakfast.

The dairy cows grazed peacefully in the foggy pasture at dawn.

The black cows grazed quietly in the misty meadow at dawn.

The zookeeper carefully documented the cat-cows after discovering their unexpected presence in the enclosure.

On foggy mornings, the bell cows led the rest of the herd to the pasture.

The ranchers gathered the kill-cows in the pen before the storm.