"Neigh!" "Moo!" "Baa!" "Oink!" "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
A jumble of animal cries, mixed with a sharp, choking smell, came from the pens the Castilian colonists had left behind. Warrior Captain Copilli stared warily at these "grotesque" animals. Priest Ah Ding, however, had a scholar's background and had spent a long time on the Iberian Peninsula, so he understood these things well enough, and explained them one by one with a smile.
"The Castilians' Andalusian warhorses may not actually be better than the warhorses of France, the Holy Roman Empire, and England. But these warhorses have one advantage: they're nimble, and they tolerate heat! The Iberian Peninsula has many mountains, and the climate is hot as well. So the native Andalusian warhorses of the peninsula can adapt to mountainous terrain and aren't too afraid of heat. Even on a tropical island like this, they can breed smoothly! Three mares, probably one foal a year. We'll just have to raise them slowly!"
"There isn't much to say about these cattle. They're just rough-bred Andalusian draught oxen, about the same as the Holy Roman Empire's. Look, their backs are high, their frames are sturdy, and their manes are coarse and stiff. Their color is either mottled tawny or dark brown. Their foreheads are broad, their horns curved and long, and if they gore someone, it's serious! Still, these are farming oxen, not the Castilians' specialized fighting bulls, so they aren't easily enraged. Mm, there are only two pairs of these cattle, so they'll breed rather slowly..."
"Oh! These sheep are good, very good! They're Manchega Sheep. They give a lot of milk and can produce very tasty Manchego Cheese. It's just that their wool is rather coarse. Look at that gray-white, fluffy clump of them; they can't compare with those fine-wool sheep of the North