It was lunchtime at an ordinary elementary school. The bustling cafeteria was filled with the cheerful sounds of children chatting and laughing as they enjoyed their nutritious meals. Each child held a bright future, with some destined to become the doctors, lawyers, engineers, and politicians of tomorrow. But everything took a twisted turn when Sherry activated the Chronivac.
In an instant, all the children disappeared, teleported to different parts of the world. The boys were sent to various beef farms, where they would be reared and fattened until adulthood, ultimately destined for slaughter to become delicious meals for cows. The girls faced a slightly better, though still terrible, fate, being sent to various dairy facilities, where they would be injected with hormones and milked constantly for the rest of their lives. All the while, numerous young cows and bulls were teleported instantly to the cafeteria, taking over the former roles of the human children.
Throughout the lunchroom, various bipedal, fully clothed cows and bulls were busy enjoying their meals. Small, paper cartons were set on each lunch tray, depicting a cartoon caricature of a plump, naked human woman on the front. At one table, a heifer sipped from her carton, quenching her thirst until the last drop. As she put the empty carton down, she licked a milk mustache off her lips. Nearby, a young bull took a bite from his Salisbury steak, chowing down the meat in a frenzy. Elsewhere in the cafeteria, similar scenes unfolded as the young bovines enjoyed their lunchtime.
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On an open plain, a mature cow was lying on the grass, nursing her calf. One moment, she was lost in thought, completely oblivious to her surroundings. The next, she became more alert, conscious of everything around her. Now, in a small bedroom, she rocked back and forth in a rocking chair as she breastfed her calf. Her small daughter suckled at her teats as she cradled her in her arms. Once her young daughter had her fill of breastmilk, she stood up and walked on two legs to a nearby crib, where she gently laid the calf down to sleep.
The mother cow quietly exited the bedroom, gently closing the door to avoid waking her daughter. Clad in sweatpants and a tank top, she made her way down the hallway toward the living room, not paying attention to where she was walking. Suddenly, she stepped on an unexpected object with her bare feet, causing her to cry out, "Ow!"
Wincing slightly, she hopped on one foot and picked up the object to see what she had stepped on. As she suspected, it was one of her son's toys—a small figure of a naked, pudgy blonde human from the farm playset he had received as a Christmas gift last year. "Sampson! How many times have I told you to clean up your toys?!"
"Sorry, Mom." a voice called from the living room. The mother walked over to check on her son, who was sitting on the couch. The young bull was engrossed in one of his favorite cartoons on the television. An empty cup rested on the coffee table in front of him.
"After this show, clean up, got it?" the mother instructed, choosing to be a bit lenient with her son. She set the minifigure on the coffee table and picked up the empty cup to wash it.
"Okay, Mom." the young bull replied, his eyes still fixed on the TV.
"Do you want more juice?" she asked as she headed to the kitchen.
"Sure- wait, can I have milk instead?" he responded.
The mother entered the kitchen and rinsed the cup before going to the fridge. She opened it and glanced at the side shelf, spotting a gallon of whole milk. The label featured a plump, red-haired woman front and center. She took the milk and placed it on the counter, then poured it into the cup. She returned to the living room and set it down for her son, who picked it up and began sipping it slowly as he watched his show.
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In a verdant pasture, two cows were leisurely grazing on the delicious green grass. As they chewed absent-mindedly, they suddenly found themselves dressed in clothes and seated at a table. Before them were bowls brimming with lettuce and assorted vegetables. Holding forks, they began eating their salads, engaging in casual conversation amidst the hum of a bustling restaurant.
At a nearby table, a cheerful bovine family was out enjoying lunch. The mother cow stabbed a meatball with her fork, twirling the spaghetti around it before taking a bite. The father bull sliced into his sirloin, cutting it into pieces before chowing it down. Meanwhile, their young calf, seated in a highchair, tackled her messy manburger, ketchup dribbling onto her plate. All around the lively restaurant, other members of cowkind were relishing their lunchtime feast.