Evidently the Dairy farm had not liked my complaint letter.
"So the milk is sour eh?" One of the farmers said. "Well then we might as well give you the freshest milk there is." And with that, the farmers moved me to a side less bench where they put straps around my head that kept my mouth open, and a small device that would mechanically control my sucking and swallowing muscles. Then the farmers brought a cow in and positioned it's udder over my head and forced a teat into my mouth then tightened the straps so I couldn't spit it out.
Then the small device began to force me to suck and swallow milk straight from the udder!