Brownie the cow loved soft things.

Soft clouds.
Soft blankets.
Soft, green grass.

One bright morning, Toyship sailed past a tiny floating island. On that island was the greenest, softest grass Brownie the cow had ever seen.

Brownie the cow could almost feel it.

So Brownie the cow rolled—slowly and happily—across the deck.

Roll to one side.
Roll to the other.

The toys giggled. The ship creaked gently, as if Toyship also liked Brownie the cow’s rolling game.

When the island disappeared, Brownie the cow lay still and smiled.

That night, Brownie the cow dreamed of rolling through fields of soft grass while Toyship rocked like a cradle on the sea.

And Toyship sailed through the night, carrying Brownie the gentle cow to a child who was waiting with love.