They had axes, too. But the thing glared at them and asked: 'Where's... My... Cow?'. They backed away. 'Is that my cow?' the creature demanded, stepping forward unsteadily. It shook its head sadly. 'It Goes, "Baaaa!"' it wept. 'It is... a sheep...'. Then it fell to its knees, clenched its teeth and turned its face upwards, like a man tortured beyond his wits, and beseeching the gods of fortune and the tempest, screamed: 'THAT! IS!! NOT!!! MY!!!! COW!!!!!'.