In her parlor, a good Samur dairy jest chuckled to herself as she watched her two fawns snuggle and sleep after filling themselves up on her milk. That was her cushion they had taken, her favorite seat for when she needed to be milked. She would often sit there as her udder emptied, reading books or magazines. But not today it seemed. Oh well, she needed to stand more anyway, they could have it...

... just this once.

A little late with this one. but I hope you all enjoy!