“One of them attacked me.”
“Define ‘attacked.’”
“It licked me. With intention.”
Now he was suppressing a smile. “You mean, as if it might—what? Eat you?”
“Who knows what its endgame was?”
“‘Trampled by a cow’ might be a thing. ‘Eaten by a cow’ is definitely not—in any way, ever—a thing.”
“The point is, I was licked. By its green tongue. I didn’t even know cows had green tongues.”