As desperate attempts are made to entice and coax the routed horde, and the Minister of Agriculture is kept up to date with developments in real time, the wandering cows of Saint-Barnabé seem to have evaporated. Near row Saint-François-de-Pique-Dur in Saint-Sévère, where in the moonlight the fugitives got into the habit of secretly satisfying their hunger, some suspicious dung were reportedly spotted in the snow on Sunday morning. But since then, nothing.
