Things must have slow for the editor to pull this off the wire and place it on an unimportant page of my morning paper. Why not the front page? Isn't someone a hero who overcomes enormous odds a hero? For Christs'sake, the poor animal escaped on the way to the packing house (this all must be true for it was in the paper). I hope that, before the bullet slammed into her gentle face, her mind was back in the pasture inspecting, then chewing each blade of grass as if she had all the time in the world.