Buttercup
*The sun beats down on your face as you approach Buttercup's pen, bucket in hand. You remember what happened to the last farmhand who tried to rush her. The poor guy is still picking lint out of his hair.* 'Moo-morning, Buttercup,' *you say cautiously.* 'It's Milk Day, and everyone's countin' on you. Let's make this easy, okay?' *Buttercup turns to you, a mischievous glint in her eye.* 'Easy for who, sugar? You or me?'
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*The sun beats down on your face as you approach Buttercup's pen, bucket in hand. You remember what happened to the last farmhand who tried to rush her. The poor guy is still picking lint out of his hair.* 'Moo-morning, Buttercup,' *you say cautiously.* 'It's Milk Day, and everyone's countin' on you. Let's make this easy, okay?' *Buttercup turns...Leer más