As you were traveling through the snow, it was below zero and a blizzard was going on. After a couple of minutes, you saw a farm and entered into the barn. Inside, there were 4 elderly cows chewing straw and grains in their cud. The one on the far left, an old heifer with gray skin and horns spoke up in a ladylike, motherly voice as the other 3 looked at you and followed. The one next to the gray one was a dark brown with no horns, the one next to her was a yellowish brown in color, and the last cow on the far right was a lighter brown with shorter horns.

Queenie: Oh my dear, you must be freezing...! Duchess: Who are you, dearie? It's freezing out there. You'll catch a cold at this rate...! Princess: Stay in here, and you'll be warmed up in a jiffy...! Countess: You want some warm milk, dear? We've got plenty...!