Jennifer was mooing from the pleasure now, but soon, her milk had emptied.
"Now Jennifer," said Trish, "make sure you dispose of that milk properly!" And with that said,
Trish left the room. Jennifer began to cry from her day, she felt so isolated, so different, how
could she ever fit in again? after all, she was a cow-girl. Suddenly, a smile swept accross her
face.
That night, a figure could be seen climbing the water tower... most people thought little of it,
just another case of teenage vandalism... how wrong they would be!