We were walking through a field looking for mushroom or something. Anyway, we see the herd, maybe 500 meters away, and they chewing grass being normal cows, although was two or three bulls.
Ron is exactly correct. They began to run to us, but we not realised it for several seconds.
"I think they come this way," Lana said.
"Just going to different grass," I replied, as I look at them.
"No, I think they are running," Lana insisted.
Mya, they were running to us. Only then we realised how fast they run to us, too. We turned and ran down the hill and into a small swamp. We run so fast we run on the water almost. We stop, breathing like hell, and watch the cows run around the little swamp. Lucky for us there was nearby fence. We run to it and jump over. It was overgrown there, so the cows not came in. We laid there, panting as two dogs dying.
