With the heifer now branded “properly”, Nytasha led the former Prince out of the workshop and into a pasture. The pasture was filled with other dairy cows, idly grazing.
“Eat up, sweetheart,” Nytasha cooed. Jasper obediently walked away. When she looked over her shoulder, Nytasha had disappeared into the farmhouse. Presumably to tell her father and mother about the heifer she had to “rebrand” due to a farmhand doing it “wrong”.
Jasper’s stomach rumbled. She was starving. Reluctantly, she lowered her head and began to graze like the other heifers. She kept an eye on her fellow cows. It seemed the others tended to move about as they grazed. That gave Jasper an idea.
Jasper began to move about the pasture, specifically sticking close to the fence. She would take a few bites of grass, move, and eat some more grass before moving again. This allowed her to inspect the pasture fencing for any weaknesses or breaks she could use to escape. To her disappointment, there didn’t seem to be any options for her. At least, not now. She could theoretically break the fence herself, but that would take some time.
As Jasper ruminated on her options, she felt something grab her teats again. She whipped her head around. Her jaw dropped. A calf was hungrily guzzling from her udder. Jasper mooed furiously at the calf, trying to get it to let go. But it didn’t work. Jasper tried to move away from the calf, but the calf followed. Eventually, she gave up, letting the calf get its fill.
“This is the heifer you branded, eh?” a voice said. Jasper looked over. Nytasha had returned with a man that appeared to be her father. He looked at Jasper with interest. “You did a good job, daughter.”
“Thanks, Pops!” Nytasha said cheerfully. She frowned thoughtfully at Jasper. “I really drained her when I milked her earlier. I’m surprised she built up enough milk to feed a calf so soon.”
“Yes, she seems like quite the milk producer,” the farmer said. “And she seems to have some motherly instincts as well.”
“It sounds like you’re already working on a plan for her,” Nytasha said. The farmer nodded.
“Yes, I do. I know just what to do with this heifer.”