I looked at it in wonder.
Instinctively I spoke to him. “What are you painting?” I said. “Is it the Heavenly Child?”
“No,” he said, “it is a cow!”
Then I looked again and I could see that it was a cow.
I looked straight into his eyes.
“It shall be our secret,” I said; “no one else shall know.”
And I knew that I loved him.
“No,” he said, “it is a cow”