The guy in the Spider-Man shirt....or just Marv...watched the sobbing woman get in her car and drive off. It couldn’t have worked any better. She really thought he’d slaughtered a magic cow.
He chuckled to himself as he went into the barn. It really hadn’t been that hard. He’d just sedated Joe anytime she was coming to visit...making him drowsy and incommunicative. Then he’d just found a cow that looked a bit like Joe and let her try to talk to that one a couple of times. A quick grilled steak, and she really thought her boyfriend was in the meat locker.
He walked up next to the stall where the future champion dairy cow was penned. He’d muzzled her so she couldn’t call out as she watched Anna leave for the final time. He reached down and stroked the large udders and the cow shivered.
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Joe couldn’t believe it either. His last hope faded as he saw Anna drive off in rage and tears. He’d try to call out after her, but couldn’t even moo. He’d been so hazy during her last few visits, and then he’d been locked up as he watched her try to talk to an actual cow (though what did that make him?).
He tried to be enraged at the man who brought her grain. And who milked her...and, god, he still loved that, to his embarrassment. Whenever he did ,I’ll her, he stroked and teased her...him...in ways that made his cow body go wild. Joe tried to keep the man’s name in mind, but every time he touched her udder, things like names just sort of slipped away.
But what was Joe going to do? What did her owner...damn it...what did this guy plan on doing?