Both of them used to go to the same pasture daily to graze. As such, Radha the cow and Noori the goat were the best of friends. Feeding and roaming together , they used to talk on a number of topics. However, the most prominent one related to the question of superiority of their masters over them. After days dissolved into weeks and weeks melted into months they came to agree upon the two main onus points of man over animals were the abilities of lighting fire and enlightening their hearts with religion. As both Noorie and Radha had suffered desertion at the hands of their male counterparts after ejaculation, marriage followed closely along with science and politics. Man was indeed great!

Radha sat chewing cud in her shed some nights after this conclusion had been reached. She was thinking about the garden of roses and all other delicious things to chew upon which she was told she will find after death if she stays true to her master. She had told Noori about it too and preached her to do the same though the latter had said that their paths differed. Radha scorned at the prospect, what difference did the paths make as long as they reached the same garden? Her introspection was broken by a strange crackling noise which was followed by the falling of a complete portion of the straw roof in blazes. She rushed headlong out of the door to bump into Noori. Together they reached the top of a small hillock near their village. As they looked down upon the burning mayhem in front of them they could see their masters in heated argument with weapons in their hands pointed at each other. The term cow-piss drinker made Radha shift uneasily and Noori almost fainted due to the shock she got when her master was called a flesh eating devil. Now she knew what happened to all her kids whom he took. They saw flames and blood, heads and swords devour each other before they turned their back upon the scene. Not so great after all! They were better off as animals.