Different point of View.

If he had any choice on the matter, this was the last thing he wanted to do, but this was his job. He had been trained to do thin and that was that. Trotting in the dust made his throat dry and scratchy, he couldn't get a drink until the rounding had been done. Ears perked he ran from side to side along the back of the herd around the hardfooted-longlegged-horses that the commanding-twoleg-humans road, waiting for a command . Suddenly a whistle broke the monotonous bawling of the toughskinned-hardkicking-cattle and he was off, directed by the pitch and rhythm if that whistle. It didn't take long for his heightened senses to pick out the loner, the rogue. She was headed the wrong direction, not even following the path of the other toughskinned-hardkicking-cattle. Without a sound besides the patter of feet, he reached her and grabbed the heel, making sure not to injure her. There she went, back into the heard and he came back to the comanding-twoleg-human on the hardfooted-longlegged-horse and started again at weaving.

Soon the whistle was back and he saw her, again wandering away. He was on the job and raced back towards her, his paws sending up small clouds of dust as they hit the hard dry ground. She heard him and turned but he was quicker and got around. As soon as his teeth left her heel he dropped flat on his belly, letting her hoof fly over his head. Again, as she set her foot down he bit at the heal and dropped again, knowing that his life might end with that foot if he wasn't careful. She ran and he ran after, keeping her moving one heel at a time. She nearly fell and another whistle, different from the first told him to let her go, she was where she belonged.

As the sun climbed in the sky, he lay under the rails and platforms in the shade, barking once and a while. He felt sorry for the bloodyheeled- toughskinned-hardkicking-cow. She was trapped in there awaiting for the inevitable. He could slip around and dive in and out as much as he liked, but she was trapped. As the commanding-twoleg-humans came and rounded her out with the other, smaller ones. Slowly he snuck out from under his rail, humans just did understand how the animals worked, they weren't fast enough to get her heels. He was, and he did. She leaped forward then and he went and laid in a different patch of shade to watch.

Finally after much struggle they had her down and pressed the rod against her flesh. Once she was let up, he stood and watched as she walked to the fence and scaled it as easily as one of the springlegged-tallbodied-kangaroo would jump. He looked over his shoulder, waiting for a command. No whistle came and he looked back out to where she sauntered away and he was glad she was free again.