Please be careful...

“Well… I may have been mistaken. Sometimes there is also a cow or, er, in this case- a sandwich,” he admitted.

Boggle gave him an odd look before squinting over at the other elsen. He gave a small gasp in surprise at the freckles on their face.

Zacharie chuckled as a calf approached him, turning and waving his hand at its nose. “You don’t want to eat that, friend! Neither of us will be very happy in the end.” He patted its little gray before stepping towards Bumble. “Now, about those ties…”

Sugar meanwhile let out a long squeal of pure joy as the cow approached, her feet dancing lightly. She peeked around Zacharie to get a good look at it, smiling all the more widely when he stepped aside. “Hello, cow!” she sang. Holding out a hand for it to sniff, she giggled as its cold wet nose touched her palm. She was such a kid!

Boggle came out with some hay, and Sugar gasped with glee, “I’d love to!” she took a fistful and gave it to the calf carefully, doing her best to avoid getting her hand bitten. Her giggling didn’t cease as the cow licked the hay from her hand, and continued to lick it as if to ask for more.

"Zach!" Sugar chimed, "You should feed the cows, too!" she grabbed another fistful of hay, and scratched the calf’s ears as it ate, "It’s fun!"

“Un momento, por favor,” Zacharie spoke. He pulled his bag from his shoulders to find the ties easier, “I’d like to make a sale, first!”

“Oh… oh right! Hh… just a moment,” he mumbled. He dug into his pocket inventory to produce a small envelope with the word ‘paycheck’ printed neatly on the front. He opened it to pour its contents into his outstretched hand. Out fell a small bundle of sugar packets along with a few small cubes of sugar.  He stared at the sweet substance before glancing up at Zacharie. “Will… will this cover it?”

 “Goodness, you’re quite a natural with the cows,” Boggle noted upon seeing Sugar and the calf get along so easily. “Have you perhaps considered working at the um… the barns? With time you might even get a monorail station named after you, someday. Uh, maybe.”

A pair of cows approached the group, perhaps lured by the combination of curiosity for the toothy cat that held the calf’s attention and scent of sugar. One cow had the tattered remains of a tie around its neck. The cows lowered their heads near the Judge’s eye level and stared unblinkingly in a trance that could only belong to a cow.