Mooo

Vycynth, who had been benefiting from Freda's milk for about three years now, was becoming very tired of her difficult behavior. It took him a quick refresher to recall how to cast this spell and make it stick, but soon enough, he marched right out into the enclosure, waving his hands and chanting a mystic incantation, and the cow stopped short, her mind spinning.

She still remembered being Fred. She still wished so much to be a knight again. But she suddenly realized she could not blame this wizard one bit for the fate that had befallen her. All he had ever done was take her in and give her a good home! It was a tremendous blessing, really; she was not suited to survive on her own. And she even was given the opportunity to be productive. She regarded him sheepishly, suddenly ashamed by how she had been treating him. She was still overwhelmingly sad, despairing of ever returning to her old life, her true life, but Vycynth had only ever done good unto her. It was time she acknowledged that, and put a stop to these ridiculous acts of rebellion. What was there to rebel against?

Vycynth approached her cautiously, and regret shot through her yet again that she had been behaving in such a manner. She mooed, an apologetic sound, and pushed her nose into his hand, silently asking to be petted—the instinctive gesture of a domesticated cow, and one she immediately felt ill at ease with. But he trailed his fingers down her face and along her back, and she found his touch comforting.

Life was much more peaceful after that. Every time she saw Vycynth she felt a flood of fondness and trust... regret for how difficult she had once been... and, against all odds, contentment. What a good man he was. She wished she could be a knight again, and be a proper friend to him. She comforted herself with the knowledge that she was supplying him with magic milk as well as calves, so at least she was not living here, with all her needs taken care of, rent free.

She gave birth to her second calf, another heifer. She dutifully supplied it with milk, but she was becoming aware that she was getting on in years; she could feel it in her bones. It worried her; what could she do for Vycynth if she was too old to produce milk? She knew that he would never do anything to harm her; he was too good a man for that. She wished, more desperately than ever, to be a true friend to him.

1. It happened that one day, she was able to have this wish granted...

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