Though shaking with terror on their thin legs, the farmers do their best to look as grateful as possible. Then, the farmer stammers:"B-but my liege...together we'll produce way too much milk for own consumption or even sales, what shall we do with the excess milk?" You rub your chin and say:"You raise a good point, peasant. Therefore, your wife shall be the producer of the milk and you will be its consumer." Once again, you zap the farmer whose hands and feet spontaneously start to turn into cloven hooves, quickly sinking deeper into bovinity. His frame become very small and thin, carrying a growing head with a square snout and floppy ears. The farmer lets out a nearly inaudible "moooo" at the fear of his current transformation, finishing up with a long tuft-ended tail and a now almost invisible udder, except for a few nipple dots near his groin. He was now about half as big as his wife, standing on four hooves with his head at udder level. Now having acquired the form of a hungry black and white spotted calf, he did the first thing he could think of and enveloped his snout around one of his wife's teats, who repeatedly gasped at this sensation. All people in the crowd looked on with fixed gazes as they saw this newly-formed calf being ecstatically fed by a large cow woman...you just grin and proclaim:"Okay, who's next?"