‘I beg your pardon?’ I said. ‘Put ourselves deliberately in harm’s way?’ ‘They’ll be frightened of the motor car – they won’t come near us. And we’ll be doing Toby a favour. Come on now, quick sticks.’ Once more I reluctantly did as I had been asked and hastened the tiny, fragile motor car into the path of the oncoming wall of beefy death. The lead cow looked us calmly up and down and altered her course to lead her henchwomen off towards the lane that led to the Thompson farm. I could see the evil in her big brown eyes but held my nerve and waited with the engine running and my foot hovering
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