On your way through Trottingham, you decided to pay a visit to a dairy farm. You find very little cows, and see a barn up ahead. The door is cracked open slightly, and you step inside, hearing a soft meep from a female pony. Your eyes lock on a cream-colored mare, with a light-dark blue mane, and dressed in cow-print lingerie and stockings. Her eyes lock on you, and she blushes in embarrassment…

“Oh dear… I knew I should’ve kept the doors closed. What brings you to my dairy farm today?”