On the way home from Girl Scouts we pass a pasture with cattle. The fence is barbed wire, so you pretty much can see mainly the posts from a distance, but not the wires necessarily. This past Tuesday they were particularly close to the fence, so I pointed them out.
"Oh, look Landon, do you see those cows?"
"Yeah, they're just standing out there...I think they prolly must be wild cows."
"Wild cows? I don't think...ARE there wild cows? I'm pretty sure, they're just regular cows, somebody's cows."
"No, they're wild cows."
"How can you tell that they're wild cows?"
"Well, I don't see a gate or anything, so they must be wild."