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... is was the thought that ran through my mind as my face ran through the dirt. The massive taur-cow snorted and seemed to laugh in amusement as I picked myself up from the dirt, spilled bucket of milk at my side. To say the morning was going badly would be a lie.
Instead, it was horrible. Gol had taken a shit right outside my door and then scampered off the hide amongst the taur-cows. Said cows were less than impressed at me, and even less so at my attempts to milk them. I quickly learned ...
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