Chapter 2“Here! This is perfect.” Anders’ eyes were as he parked the car right next to some sort of transverse grid of bars.
“What is that?” I eyed the grid with suspicion.
“It’s a cattle grid. There’re probably some cows around here somewhere.”
“Cows? Like wild cows?” I turned to look at Axel and Maja in the backseat, thinking that there was no way we could outrun a cow with all our luggage and two children.
“Honey, I don’t think there’ve been wild cows in Sweden since the last European bison died, or was killed, or whatever the reason they became extinct here was. And that was, like, a hundred years ago.”
“I didn’t mean wild wild. There’s no fence. They can come after us. How are we supposed to run from a cow?”
“We’re not.”
“But…”
“You don’t run from a cow; you walk around it. If
