Less than ten minutes after arriving, Paloma had donned dungarees and wellington boots, and was already hard at work in the milking parlour. Beatrixo had always favoured hand milking over other methods and this gave Paloma the ideal opportunity to get up close to the cows.
"Atta girl, Mavis," she said out loud to the Jersey cow she was milking, "It feels good to be rid of all the excess milk, doesn't it?"
Mavis let out a long, low moo, which Paloma understood to mean "It's simply wonderful, my dear."
Paloma was so engrossed in her work, she failed to realise that...
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