On inspection - which was easy, as he couldn't move out of the way quickly - he was wearing Camel boots, Calvin Klein jeans, and a Jeep shirt. No Timberland anywhere, unless it was reserved for socks and underwear, which modesty prevented the Cow from examining too closely.
This threw the Cow into an existential crisis. Was the continued use of the moniker "Mr Timberland" appropriate, given his move to other brands? And could she continue to masquerade as a Carnivorous Cow when her practice had long ago ceased to reflect her principles, on issues as diverse as politics and monogamy....?
She turned, as aways, to Gramsci for advice. Cleaning his maxillopedes, he advised the Cow to stick with whatever got the best results. But then, being a spider, he was a past master at spin...