This is the Cow-Pilot. A friend sent this to The Old Lady many years ago. Our mailbox was a half-mile from the house UP on the tundra. One day we stopped to get the mail and when the package was opened, this cow was in it. It got tossed up on the dash of the car with its beady little eyes looking out the windshield. It immediately became the Cow-Pilot. It stayed on the dash doing its job until we cleaned out the car before sending the car to the junkyard. You'll notice that after 4-5 years on the job, its back is faded.