Trough Space Share

The trough was long. The cattle were many. Moscow stood in the middle as if the middle were hers alone.

Spike looked. Suzy looked. Space is something you can count with your eyes, said Spike.

One cow-width here. One cow-width there. Moscow was taking almost three cow-widths of trough edge.

Nairobi waited. Beijing pondered. London pretended not to hear that she was thirsty.

Suzy went around the back — Adventure Cap energy, explore first — and soft-eyed the empty air behind Moscow. A cow likes a herd at her shoulder.

Spike counted aloud for you: one space, two space, three space. Moscow, you have more than your share.

Moscow chewed. Then she stepped one space sideways. Not far. Enough.

Now Nairobi had one space. Beijing had one. Moscow still had one, which was fair.

Sharing trough space is maths you can feel with your paws, Suzy said. More and less. Fair and not fair.

Spike checked again. Same trough. Better shares. The Thinking Cap had only reminded him to count — Spike did the counting.

More space for one means less for the next. Share the edge.