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The cow mooed in terror as she fell, hooves scrabbling in vain against the sides of the long dark tunnel. Eventually she emerged into a large cavern and landed with a terrific splash into something that it didn’t do to think too hard about. She climbed to her feet and looked in surprise at the other five, who were looking in astonishment at her.
“Seriously?” said the dog. “She sent a cow?”
“Er, what do you mean?” asked the cow.
“What I mean,” said the dog, “is that’s there’s been a certain logic to what she’s done so far. I mean, it’s fair enough that she swallowed the spider to catch the fly, and that she swallowed me to catch the cat, but as far as I know there has never been any recorded case of a cow catching a dog.”
“It’s not actually the first mistake she’s made,” said the bird. “We birds don’t usually eat spiders. We tend to go more for worms, or preferably bird-seed. She’s obviously never watched the Road Runner on TV. Wile E Coyote never puts a spider under the Acme anvil.”
“She’s losing it,” said the cat.
“You’re only realising that now?” said the fly. “If she’d just left her mouth open I’d have flown straight back out, I only flew in by accident. She didn’t need to start a bloody zoo.”
“How on earth did she swallow you anyway?” the spider asked the cow.
“I don’t really know,” said the cow. “She was milking me, I was staring vacantly into space, as we cows tend to do, when she suddenly swung me round by the udders and straight into her mouth.”
“She’s stronger than she looks,” admitted the cat.
“Cleverer, too,” said the dog. “She tossed a stick up in the air for me to catch, and when I came down she was lying on the ground with her mouth open.”
“Why haven’t you all caught each other?” asked the cow.
“What was the point?” asked the spider. “I was here second, but I reckoned if I’d caught the fly I’d have no-one to talk to.”
“Over time we’ve all become friends,” said the bird.
“And how do we get out?” asked the cow.
“As far as we can make out,” said the fly, “we don’t. We just sit here and wait to see what comes along next.”
“Couldn’t we jump up and down, and try to make her sick?” asked the cow.
“I thought of that,” said the spider. “I wanted to wriggle and wiggle and tiggle inside her, but someone vetoed the idea.”
“Listen,” said the cat, “when your only means of cleaning yourself is to lick your own fur, the last thing you want is to be expelled forcefully from somewhere in a jet of someone else’s vomit.”
“Er,” said the cow nervously, “what about -”
“Don’t worry about that,” said the dog. “She’s had constipation for weeks. Mainly on account of the fact that she’s eaten no fruit or fibre, being on an exclusively wildlife diet.”
“Diet’s not the right word,” said the cow. “You should see the size of her now. She looks about twenty-two months pregnant. With triplets.”
“What do you reckon will be next?” asked the spider.
“Hard to tell at this stage,” said the cat. “If she believes that cows catch dogs, then God knows what she thinks catches cows. An armadillo, perhaps, or a vole. Maybe a reindeer.”
Daylight suddenly appeared, far, far above.
“Looks like we’re about to find out,” said the fly.
They all listened, and could hear an animal sound. They all looked at one another.
“She has got to be kidding,” said the cat.
They listened again. It was definitely the sound of neighing.
“I’ve got a really bad feeling about this,” said the dog.