Hours pass, and the two felt like they accomplished a lot despite doing so little. They've eaten dozens of pounds of hay, grass, and whatever felt appealing to their snouts. Anytime they felt like they were getting full, the food would either come back through their throats as cud or found ways to exit in ways they'd rather not talk about.

They also got to know their fellow herd members better. Most of them had names like Daisy, Anna, and April. Their conversations were very limited in subject matter. Most of these animals never stepped foot outside these grasslands and into the city, so their discussions mainly revolved around food quality and weather. Chelsea had to refrain Raven from talking about winter fashion given how clothing is now either edible material or made out of them.

Some talked about their calves which were placed elsewhere on the farm. Raven felt uncomfortable being part of a group of mothers she assumed was around her age, while Chelsea was further reminded why she was a vegetarian in the first place. It was also difficult to tell who was pregnant, but most of them didn't seem too offended when asked. Raven held back her head after Anna asked when she was expecting to avoid bashing something or someone with her skull.

Eventually, Randall came back and started shaking around a large cowbell. Raven started twitching from the loud noise…

Raven: Great… is he gonna start fitting me for that?

Anna: Ha! Good one. Imagine having that thing around your neck…

Raven: But I thought… It's called a… never mind.

Randall opened the gate and continued shaking the bell for every bovine to hear.

Randall: All right ladies, that time of the day. Let's get going…

Raven stood there slightly confused as most of the other cows started rushing forward.

Beth: About time!

Anna: Been holding this in for hours!

Daisy: How much you think we got today? Think we'll jam it?

Raven suddenly knew what their "favorite part" of the day was. She wasn't feeling it in her head or any of her stomachs, she was feeling it in her udders. They were ready to be milked.

Raven: Great… guess I gotta go to work…

Normally, she'd awkwardly let her parents know when she needed to be drained, but it became more of a guessing game after she could no longer talk to them. Unintentionally mooing louder than usual seemed to do the trick most of the time. Thankfully, it seemed like Randall knew the right moments of the day to do it for the ladies.

Chelsea was already far ahead of her, either from being close to the farmer or the fact that she had been eating way more than Raven and was more eager. Some of the other ladies mentioned Chelsea's chances of getting a blue ribbon at the county fair, but both of them figured they had enough of competing after "winning" Alana's costume contest.

Raven tensely waited in line for her turn in the parlor. Not only was she feeling discomfort from her udders, but she also realized what being milked would mean. Almost everyone she knew could be drinking a carton or eating a slice of cheese with part of her in it. Her family, her friends, her classmates, Alana and her group. The thought almost made her step out of the line and pretend she wasn't up for it, but she wanted that pressure near her groin to be gone.

The line itself didn't help much. Her hooves were a little muddy, and her senses were going haywire from the strong smell, the constant cattle chatter, or the flies they were swatting with their tails. She couldn't tell if she swallowed or inhaled a couple of bugs at one point.

Randall: All right new girl, you're up.

Finally, it was her turn. She stepped up into the metal stall and stood still like she was getting a checkup. Randall started rubbing a cool cream on her big, pink organ between her legs before covering the teats with a foam-like substance.

Raven: Hey, watch the merchandise buddy!

Raven felt the urge to kick her back left hoof or whip her tail at Randall multiple times, but instead just shook her body like a dog drying off from a swim. She didn't want to leave any bad first impressions, but couldn't tell if her actions made it worse.

Randall finally applied the suction cups to her teats. All of that built up stress finally went away as Raven's milk entered the tubes. It felt better than any method that her dad or Cory used back at the Baxter house. She let out a massive sigh of relief which Randall heard clearly, albeit in a much-lower pitched voice.

Raven: MoooOOOoooo…

Randall: Looks like someone was excited today. Might be different than what you're used to, but hopefully it got the job done.

After a few minutes, Raven's udders were properly milked and Randall took the suction cups off her teats and applied another lotion to them to prevent infection. She couldn't think of a way to say thank you to him, nor could she physically. As she walked towards the main barn, she started to understand why other cows never thought of escaping. Part of her wants to say she didn't enjoy that, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't need it.

In the main barn area, multiple ladies were gathered up at different stalls with their long necks angled downwards. One group was taking gulps from a yellow trough filled with water, while the other was chomping down on thousands of pounds of silage. Raven did feel a little hungry and thirsty after her milking, so she figured it was like getting a cookie after someone gives blood.

Raven couldn't find Chelsea amongst the pack, but assumed she was at the far end of one side indulging herself somehow. It'd be nice if she was eye level with more faces than rears. Raven felt more thirsty than hungry, so she went to the water trough. She found the surface littered with dirt, feed, and backwash, but that didn't matter at the moment. She dove her snout down and drank over a gallon of water within seconds.