Andrew strolls dreamily through the countryside, something about the way the cows are following him niggling at the back of his mind. There's something important about them -- something about all those clanging bells round their necks....
It isn't until he crests a hill, though, that things click into place. Standing atop the crest and looking down at the town laid out before him, he takes in a sudden, sharp breath and puts a hand out to steady himself against a random bovine. "Oh, no. No. No, no. Not this, not again." He looks down at himself, then peers about sharply, as if expecting to see someone who shouldn't be here.
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dreamilythrough the countryside, something about the way the cows are following him niggling at the back of his mind. There's something important about them -- something about all those clanging bells round their necks....It isn't until he crests a hill, though, that things click into place. Standing atop the crest and looking down at the town laid out before him, he takes in a sudden, sharp breath and puts a hand out to steady himself against a random bovine. "Oh, no. No. No, no. Not this, not again." He looks down at himself, then peers about sharply, as if expecting to see someone who shouldn't be here.