Zowie ambled through her meadow (Really, she had no claim over this clearing. Nonetheless, she still thought of it as hers. She saw no reason to think otherwise.) searching for the day's spot of grazing.
Her morning had been spent peering suspiciously into the darkness beyond the line of trees surrounding her home. She'd caught a funny smell on the air upon waking, and this had bothered her greatly, as did anything out of the ordinary. Unwilling to leave her comfort zone to investigate the source of the disturbance, she merely stalked about the meadow, eyeing any bent stalks of grass with distrust.
She hadn't been able to find anything, however, and had by now given up on her search and decided to resume her normal activities--grazing, napping, and worrying.
Chomping on the sweet grass proved to be more tiring than she'd anticipated, and the hazy sunlight falling on her head made her sleepy. This was no problem, of course. The same grass that is excellent for grazing also makes quite a comfortable napping spot. Zowie flopped onto her side in the warm grass and sighed contently. The breeze and buzzing of insects slowly lulled her into a near sleep.
