A man is out for his morning run. He is sensibly attired in a white t-shirt and black running shorts. He passes a field full of Holsteins, who gaze at him with interest. Suddenly, one of the little heifers takes into her head, for whatever reason, to follow him. Whether she mistook him in his black and whiteness for the lead cow or whether she just liked the cut of his jib I don't know, but pretty soon he had a following of pace heifers, jauntily following him down the fence line, heads up and tails swinging. It was exceptionally sweet.