the hill is a large patch of farming cattle and carrots growing in the grass. The grass is dark green and the hill's soil is moist. There are two black as night cows grazing, carefully avoiding the carrots.
the farmer hill, Outside Cottage
cow
calf
I am a calf of the village. I go walking through the greensward. I like the green grass.
Moo! Are you my mother? Yes dear, I see you have mastered the human speech well. Only because you are such a great teacher.  You are lucky you are my calf, for we are milk cows.  The neighbouring cows are farmed for meat, and live very short lives. How terrifying! Is that what happened to father?  No, father is a prized bull.  Farmers pay a great deal of money for him to try and make a beautiful little calf like you.  He no doubt has hundreds of calflings this side of the Mirkmire alone! I have that many brothers and sisters? How exciting! Yes, and maybe you will meet some of them one day.  Every year the farmers take the best cows to the yearly fair -  the very best cow gets a blue ribbon! I hope I can grow as big and strong as father! All the other cows laugh at my puny size.  Yes, then you might win a blue ribbon some day, and live a life of luxury!  At the fairs, you might meet some of you siblings. How long must I suckle on your milk, mother? I want to start grazing on grass and hay like you.  Only a few more months child, until then grass will give you tummy pains.