I moved carefully through the backyard, trying not to spook the cows. There was no one at home at the farmer's trailer. On my way back, the boss cow charged me, and the other two cows followed suit. I jumped over my neighbor's fence. We stared at each other across the no-man's land of the parsonage backyard. "Well, punk" she seemed to be saying "do you feel lucky? Well, punk, doya?"
I did feel lucky. I carefully jumped the fence again and moved back toward the house, staying close to the fence just in case she came at me again -- and mindful of that she might try to jump the fence as well.
We eyed each other; two warriors locked in a standoff. It was like Kennedy vs. Khrushchev. There was only one question: who would blink first?
The cows blinked, and ran back to their meadow.