Class was boring, nothing truly interesting happened, and Jen was eager to figure out what had happened this
morning. After school she tried to walk home, but ended up at the farm again.
"Why am I here again?" she asked.
She found herself moving towards the house involuntarily.
"Hey, Jen. Hope yur ready to milk the cows today." she heard a man say.
"Wha-what?" Jen asked.
"Go un, I'll grab yer stuff." He said, taking Jen's bags.
"Alright, dad." Jen said, she gasped, putting her hands on her mouth, shocked at what she said.
"Anyfin' wron' Jen?" he asked, sort of worried.
"No... nothing, I'll uh... go do that now." She said without thinking, after which she began walking to where
the cows were.
As she walked in, she found no milking machine, only a cluster of buckets next to a sign that read: "Our
tradition is hand-made and all natural~" with a picture of an old man with the picture having quality of the
late 1800s. She had to hand milk all the cows herself. She found no problem with this, surprising herself, and
grabbed one of the buckets and headed towards one of the cows. She sat down on a stool next to the cow,
feeling a strange attraction to it. She put the bucket under the cow's udder and put one of her hands on it's
teats. She had started milking the cow, and she'd done it like she'd been doing it her whole life. By the time
sundown had arrived, she'd finally finished milking all the cows.
"Alright Jen, I'll take care o' the rest, you go un inside and take a bath." her new father said.
"Alright dad." she said.
During dinner, nothing important really happened, Jen got to "meet" her new family; Mom, Dad, little brother,
big sister, and older brother. The only interesting part of the conversation was when Jen heard her father say
something incredibly out of place, which Jen had almost missed.
"Yessiree, the cows on this farm are the durn best in the whole country, sspecially Jen." he'd said.
"What?" Jen thought, but couldn't bring herself to ask.
Later that night...