It was a misty morning in November and Cobalt Nick was in a sombre mood as he ambled through his paddock. The morning chill had furnished the grass with a fresh dew and tiny little cobwebs looked like they had been sprinkled in fairy dust.
In the distance a red hot air balloon rose into the morning sky, Cobalt Nick pondered on the strange floating object above him as though studying a fine painting.
TZZZZT went the electric fencing as Cobalt Nick stumbled upon the edge of his paddock.
Nick signed, normally the uninvited thump from the electric fencing would have ensued an un-co-ordinated scurry towards safety, but todays altercation merely reaffirmed Nicks less than spritely mood.
