The farmer explained to the mothers that they would be going out with the fat ladies today and the babies would not be going with them because the mothers are going on milk test and they need to bag up.
The babies cried. And then the mothers cried.
The mothers went out and joined the scrum at the feeders and it was a beautiful day and the babies stayed in the barn. The mothers gobbled at the feeders, crying together in a low hum, with their mouths full. The farmer started sweeping out the barn.
Clover is the smartest one of the babies and she screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw the farmer. "I HAVE AN IDEA!"
The farmer just kept sweeping.
"CAN YOU COME HERE PLEASE!" screamed Clover. "I HAVE AN IDEA!"
The farmer backed the tractor out to go get the flatbed and hitch it to the truck.
"I CAN TEST THE MILK FOR YOU!" screamed Clover. "I KNOW HOW TO DO IT! I HAVE BEEN DOING IT MY WHOLE LIFE!"
The farmer hitched the tractor to the flatbed. The mothers finished gobbling and started crying.
"ALSO I REMEMBER NOW," screamed Clover, "I JUST TESTED THE MILK AND IT IS FINE. I TESTED IT YESTERDAY! IT'S FINE! A+!"
The farmer rolled the fencing off the flatbed and pulled it out to the driveway.
"EXCUSE ME," screamed Clover, "MIDGET IS HAVING AN ANXIETY ATTACK! HE IS A MAMA'S BOY!"
"THAT'S TRUE!" screamed Betty from the other side of the fence.
"AND I THINK HIS GALLBLADDER JUST POPPED!"
"I HEARD IT!" screamed Cubby.
The farmer went and got the truck and hitched it to the flatbed.
"MIDGET JUST FAINTED!" Clover bellowed. "AND COCO IS HAVING A BRAIN HERNIA!"
The farmer got in the truck and drove away.
"I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY!" screamed Clover.
"I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY!" screamed the mothers.
The truck disappeared, heading down the road toward Home.