Moo.

I'm really tired, 1 1/2 steps from coma. But, I know I heard a cow in the distance this morning. There are no cows around here, Beth's mum and dad live on a golf course. Where was the cow? Hang on, 2 cows, as another moo pipes up. Where are the pair of cows? Fog, moo-moo-fog. Is it some kind of bovine morse code? Fog lifts. No mooing, no cows. Hmm. Coffee then. Moo-valous.