I, too, find myself pondering life’s mysteries. For example, what is the purpose of a dewclaw, to measure the dew?
Why do horses have canine teeth? Were they once carnivores? How do sheep tell each other apart? Why do ants think they can drag a kibble of dog food back to the hill? Do they lack depth perception?
The paramedics would haul him to the emergency room. The admitting-room nurse would write down “cow biscuit concussion” and ask about his insurance.
Under the category of trauma, his policy would cover horn goring, hoof stomping, pole butting, tail slashing, cow kicking, bummer gumming and cud spitting, but not CBC.