A warm breeze trickled past his nostrils, distracting him briefly from the job at hand. Flicking his ears and giving the world a quick sideways glance, he lowers his head and goes back to business. Bite, bite, bite, bite. Breathe. Chew, chew, chew. Slowly. That's th way. Make it last. There's a lot of grass in this field, but no point in rushing things.

The breeze plays around his hooves. Something is coming. He harvests a fresh mouthful of grass and flops heavily down, resting in the sun. He gets a steady chew going and watches with infinite patience.

Reflected against his wide-slatted eyes, a figure speeds across the horizon, a silhouette against the evening sky moving at surprising speed. Arms are flailing wildly and legs seem to be only just keeping up with knees being flung forward as if running was achieved through a yo-yo arrangement of limbs.

The figure just kept going, propelled by some inhuman locomotion. Right up until it ran into the only tree on the landscape. The was a moment of staggering confusion, but the runner's body took control before the head caught up and was already accelerating jerkily in a new direction.

Being an empty field exlcuding its thoughtful grazer, and having already hit the only tree for miles, it seemed very unlikely that the runner would encounter any more obstacles. Still, ten minutes later, the runner regained conciousness with a face full of very angry goat's arse.