Highland cow!
Each time I walked by and caught a glimpse of the cow’s big, round, shiny eyes and its soft, fluffy head, I felt a strange sense of comfort that I hadn’t anticipated.
Soon, I found myself reaching for the plush without even thinking about it. I’d pick it up and hold it while I watched TV or curled up with a book.
It became a companion, one that brought a sense of warmth to my days but required no care or extra effort.
Before I knew it, I had grown quite fond of my “silly cow,” as I jokingly began to call it.

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