The cow was starving. Its loud mouth pulled the grass from the ground. The cow went away. Its head disappeared in tall grass. The cow looked like a statue in that immutable position. But it was moving away in a straight line. As if thousands of ants were carrying it on their backs in the direction of the woods that grew beyond. That monumental statue.
Bushes finally hid it. But it was still feeding.
English translation by Raymont L. Bianchi