Zoey stopped as another girl walked in briefly. She watched as she wandered around to six or seven crates before finding a little sleeping baby-animal-thing of her own. Then the girl left. Huh. You would think the girl would have stayed for a bit.

She shrugged and looked back towards her own crate. The mooncalf gave the same little bleat again and looked up at her expectantly. She gave a sarcastic sigh and smiled. "Well alright then." She reached out with one hand, letting it sniff her. After waiting a few seconds the mooncalf came willingly towards her nudging at her arm.

Zoey picked the little baby-creature-thing up and held it in both arms almost like you would a baby. Except this was different. Even though it was about the size of a sack of flour, the mooncalf weighed at least ten pounds. Maybe fifteen. It wasn't too much weight to bear but it was still a good amount, considering it couldn't have been more than a few weeks old. Gosh.

The mooncalf made a satisfied little humming noise and nudged her again. Alright, now what? Zoey looked at the label that said mooncalf again. Underneath, in little letters, it said female. So it was a girl cow. Hmm. Alrighty then. She nudged the girl's arm and hummed again. "Okay. Hungry?" It made another bleating-type noise in agreement. Guess that was a yes then.

Okay, so what did these things eat?