The cows were all running around their pen in manic terror.

We stopped and got out of the car; we saw a rainbow, and the cow ran away.

The cow had run a few yards after the shot, and now she stood and turned uncertainly.

And they told him this here cow run away.

Then the cow runs straight into the house of the witch.

The cow would bolt out, popping limbs with her horns, and run as if she meant to lead the herd.

Her cow had run away again, she moaned in the distinctive local dialect.

The cow ran to the rock mound behind us, and those of us closest gave chase.

On top of it all, the cow has run away.

I'm very wary, in fact, because cows are enormous and not that bright and might suddenly run at me.