You focused on the class as your teacher continued her lesson of the day.
Ms. Chopra stood in front of the classroom, a hand on her back and the other trying to support the 30 kilos of calf gestating inside her gut, her belly looked almost ripe to pop. She had refused to go on maternity leave despite her due date getting more and more closer.
“And the pregnant female form has been a venerated icon across different civilizations and time periods” She explained, and ran her hands around her brown dome to emphasise her point, stopping to touch the hoove imprints on her skin.
“Pregnant women meant fertility and the animal breeders meant the coming of bountiful feasts. But my little Beli here doesn’t have to worry, i’m not looking to turn her into beef” She chuckled, her belly shaked from her laugh, making the calf inside her move.
“Now then, pregnancy was venerated by showing attention and tenderness to the baby bump. I want a volunteer to act it out with me…” She looked around but no one raised their hand “Hmm, no volunteers? Then…” She looked over to you, and pointed.
“You! Now come here, my volunteer, you’re gonna get a hands on lesson with me and my baby cow, Beli”