No sooner had we started than the cow showed what turned out to be one of her peculiarities, great speed of hoof.

She left the boys, outran my horse, jumped the fence, frightened nearly to death a group of schoolchildren, and by the time we got home we all felt as if we had all day been put on a fox-chase.
We never had any peace with that cow.

She knew more tricks than a juggler.
She could let down any bars, open any gate, outrun any dog and ruin the patience of any minister.

We had her a year, and yet she never got over wanting to go to the vendue.

Once started out of the yard, she was bound to see the sheriff.