The man from the Eerie Dairy stared into the chocolate-brown eyes of the calf that stood unsteadily on the other side of the fence. A little way off, Cloud Sheep bobbed uneasily on tethers of glittering twine that was all that kept them anchored to the earth.
"He belongs to us," he said. "The Dairy has dominion over all milk-related products, and that includes mysteriously glowing green cows made from mint ice-cream."
"Does it," said Farmer Ephraim Chambers, his tone studiedly neutral. "Got a precedent for this, have you?"
The man from the Eerie Dairy smiled.
"We will, in time."
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