p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Helvetica;"span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"Otis, a happy dairy cow, was just experiencing another normal day on the barnyard. The farmer was away, so Bessie and Abby were doing "girl-stuff," Duke was sniffing the sheep, and Freddy was trying to think of a thousand ways to cook Peck. Pip, the energetic mouse was just doing acrobatics by bouncing back and forth between Pig's round belly, and Otis' bouncing udder. "Bacon, Hamburger, Chorizo…" Pip shouted as he hopped around on the animals' body parts. "What are you doing?" Otis asked. Pip answered, "I'm naming the kinds of custom meat to the animal I'm jumping on…" "Filet!" Pip landed in the middle of Otis' large gut. His udder squished like a trampoline and vaulted Pip into the air again. Otis' udder felt funny… "You know what? You don't need to be doing this," Otis reprimanded Pip. Otis walked to his stall to take a closer look at his udder. It was unusually large. It was never this big before, and Otis knew exactly why. He needed to be milked…/span/p