|Game 3||Game 3 Outline|
"If you wanted milk, why didn't you just go to the local dairy?" you ask.
"Because I needed magic milk from an enchanted cow." replies Dorka "Or rather my mistress Bathory does!"
As if things can't get any worse, you start growing until you're the size of an elephant. "Dun Cows do tend to be on the large size!" cackles the witch "But they do give a lot of milk!"
Shackles are fitted round your hooves, and then you are milked .
(The least said about THAT experience, the better!)
Written by A R Jackson
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