The ship lands on some planet. Three hicks watch from some trees while cleaning a rabbit. And I don't mean giving little Peter Cottontail a bath either, as I'm pretty sure that generally doesn't involve hanging them upside down from a tree branch. Or the use of a knife. That reminds me that I'm thinking of buying a bunny. As a pet, not for the meat. Anyway, Alpha Hick observes that that a ship like that doesn't come around unless they've got something to sell. He says if Serenity's got something they want, he and his fellow hicks are going to take it. He punctuates this threat by pulling the skin clear off the hanging rabbit. Ooh, I'm so scared! You showed that dead harmless woodland creature who's the boss, didn't you, Alpha Hick?
Credits. You can't take Jasmine Guy from me. I'm not sure why you'd want to, but you can't.
When we return from commercials, The Considerate Cows Of Continuity are calmly unloading from Serenity into a corral. They have even considerately pooped in neat little piles spaced around the cargo bay so that they're easy to step around. Clearly they've been infected with Polite Cow Disease. I don't know why Mal thought they would stampede. That would be too crass for these cows.
Anyway, despite the good manners of the cattle, Simon has still managed to step in a cow pie. Jayne snarks that it's about time Simon wore in those pretty shoes of his. He just wanted to see Simon bend over. Jayne is pushing the cows on by thwapping them on the back with a length of rope that looks kind of like a whip. Breathe deeply. We can get through a scene of kinky Jayne, as long as you breathe deeply and center yourself. And try not to think about that tight-fitting black shirt he's wearing. Mal joins Jayne and tells him that he could get The Considerate Cows Of Continuity out just as easily by leading them. Actually, they're so considerate that they're pretty much handling it all by themselves. Anyway, Jayne responds, "I like smackin' 'em." Again, deep breaths. Take deep breaths. No, no -- deep, not heavy. You all sound like obscene phone callers. Never mind. I give up.
Book, outside with the corral, worries that the fencing won't hold. He explains that his "shepherd" title is merely figurative. Yeah, I figured that out when nobody listened to you. Wash and Zoe are hanging out next to him. Zoe suggests that they smuggle something smaller next time. Wash suggests beagles, in what must be an Enterprise shout-out. At least we have two assurances that cute widdle doggies will still be around in the future.