There's a cow under my bed

"M-m-m-o-o-o-o". As I awoke, I expected the noise in my dream to convert to something sensible, like an alarm clock or phone ringing. Then it happened again, louder, "M-M-M-O-O-O-O". It wasn't Scott's snoring. Maybe it was the neighbours mucking about?

It sounded like... it couldn't be... it was coming from under the bed! Then I remembered the hut was on stilts. Scott went to investigate, and there, right underneath our wooden home was a mother cow and her two babies, happily devouring the morning's newspaper.

The View from our Window!