"How" said the Queen's chief lady-in-waiting to the second lady-in-waiting "I wish her majesty would warn us before she decides to set a new fashion. This becoming a milk cow thing is going to be so very disruptive. My daughter is getting married next month and I was really hoping to attend, but not as a cow."
"So the magician you summoned is for that? To make you into a cow?"
"Of course. And if you're wise, you'll do the same thing. When her majesty returns to the throne, she'll remember who chose to follow her example and who did not. Remember Griselda? She decided to say o so slender as her majesty put on the pounds. Then her majesty decided she needed a new royal chamber pot." Both of the ladies in waiting, like all the attendants of the Queen, were obese, although all were careful not to challenge the Queen's weight, either.
"Moooo" remarked the second lady-in-waiting, resignedly.
"Exactly. I hope I enjoy the taste of grass."