Drabble: Uncowventional
Flaming Trails

“So – Mr. Wonka bred these cows himself?”

“With a little help from yours truly,” Lewis said, smile bright and proud. “Never met him in person, but we shared a lively correspondence with the help of his staff. After I helped him crack the genetic codes he needed for the milk, I was guaranteed free milkshakes for life at any of his stores. Plus a previously-agreed-upon fee.”

“I would have been happy with just the milkshakes,” Victor confessed jokingly (…mostly), petting the nose of the deep brown cow. It mooed and waggled its ears. “Amazing…and it really produces chocolate milk?”

“Yup! Obviously the raw form still requires some processing, but – thanks to some very careful splicing with the cocoa plant – the flavor is there from the start! We did the same with other cows to make ones that produce strawberry milk, banana milk, and coffee milk! Though I don’t think that last one turned out quite right…” Lewis scratched his head, then shrugged. “On the other hand, I’ve never liked the taste of coffee.”

Victor chuckled. “Me either, honestly…so why is Betsy here, then?” Said cow let out another loud moo. “I thought Mr. Wonka didn’t like any of his Inventions getting out into the wild, even collaborations.”

“Well, funny you should mention collaborations – we’re trying something new, and Betsy is helping us,” Lewis said, patting the cow’s flank. “Mr. Wonka thinks it would be useful to have cows that you could milk right into candy-making molds. So we’re looking for ways to up the chocolate content, for a start.” He gave Victor a knowing grin. “Want to help?”

Victor’s eyes lit up. “I would love to.”

The End