"He was probably just trying to get some sleep," she explained to Gramsci, "and a midnight snack on the side."
Gramsci shuddered. He thought fondly of The Cow and the Chicken, where the two protagonists shared a bedroom happily. He couldn't imagine that Cow tucking into that Chicken - after all, they both preferred pork.
But the Indian cow was rumoured to have been a tiger in a previous life. A bad tiger, it must be assumed, to have descended to life as a cow, and perhaps the next incarnation was now doomed to be a chicken.
But the Cow was still reeling under the shock. "Might there be more of us, out there?" she wondered aloud. "After all, if it can happen spontaneously..."
Gramsci chuckled. "Oh, I don't think the universe need worry too much about that!" he laughed. "After all, the report did state that it was possible only in exceptional cases!"
Exceptional? Ah, smiled the Cow. She could live with being exceptional...