Jamie and Carla had come into full figure. Both, a physical sense, were full-fledged cattle, Carla with a regal milk sack drooping down the front of her. Their clothing, too, had transformed with them. In a mental sense, their intelligences had changed, but not to that of a regular cow, but more of a mix.
The manager and waiter looked from the other side of the room as the two bovine finished up their troughs of grass. The manager turned to the waiter, "Alright. It's looking like the transformations are done. Go see to them."
The waiter nodded without a word. He got up and proceeded to walk over to Jamie and Carla. But as he got close, the stench hit him. It almost made him laugh that they had relieved themselves, but kept it together.
"Done?" The waiter asked.
Carla popped up from the nearly empty trough of grass, "MOOOOOOOOOOre salad?"
"Yes." The waiter replied, "But first I must take this trough."
Carla managed to suppress her instincts to protest the trough's departure, and sat eagerly awaiting more food.
The waiter addressed Jamie, "I'll be back soon to take your trough."
The waiter walked away leaving Carla and Jamie alone.