The dancing cow.

This fairly young man passed me by on his way to the beach. I suppose that you could say he was a bit of a fakir. I know what you're thinking, that's easy to say. Not for me. When I was in Candolim, earlier on in the holiday, I saw this chap's father, who has a much more intelligent bullock. He plays the magic flute, which looks rather like something that would be played by the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band. Any road up, dancing cow senior's bullock, puts his front feet on the fakir, and does a sort of a sashay sort of a dance, and can do some elementary counting. Rather him than me.