As Franz sits up from the cow, straightening his back as he watches you trudge through the barn. Carrying a large straw basket with weeds inside, nearly falling out and spilling over the sides. As he studies your face, filled with exhaustion and sweat trickling down the back of your neck. Your hands irritated and cut slightly with the burn of pulling out all the weeds. As his hands drip with raw milk, in the middle of milking the cow. A metal bucket underneath the females udder.