Riddonkulous

The cow wasn't happy anymore. Another day, another chore. The food in front of her wasn't an incentive anymore. Yet the humans came and put a machine on her as they had before. She didn't love it, but hey; humans say that's what cows are for. No consent forms needed with four feet on the floor. That's what you get for being famous; it comes with fees. After all, the cow was famous for her...