Milka mooed happily as the farmer’s daughter milked her. It was her third milking of the day, and it was only noon. A few months had passed since she was turned into a cow, and while she was not pregnant, she was producing so much milk that the farmer had already made a small fortune selling it. The farmer’s daughter finished. She patted Milka’s back.
“Good work, Milka,” she said. Milka mooed at her. The farmer’s daughter let her out of the stall to go into the pasture. As Milka left the stall, the farmer and his wife entered the stall to gather the six buckets Milka had filled. The bell around Milka’s neck jingled merrily as the farmer’s daughter led her into the pasture. Milka had quickly settled into a routine on the farm. While she didn’t mind it, she was actively looking forward to Anya rescuing her and returning her to a human form. At this point, she would take any human form over being a cow.
Milka began to graze idly. The farmer’s daughter sat on the pasture fence to watch her. When Milka was returned to Prince Jasper, he wouldn’t mind courting the farmer’s daughter to be his wife. She was very pretty, but also very down to earth and reasonable, qualities valuable in a good Queen. With the previous King and Queen gone, Prince Jasper would need to marry immediately after assuming the throne. And the only bride currently up for consideration was the farmer’s daughter.
As Milka daydreamed of returning to being Prince Jasper and marrying the farmer’s daughter, something happened to snap her out of her happy imaginings.