Cravendale milk is so good that the cows want it back. This milk prematurely torn from the udder, does nobody care for the plight of the cow? In the hierarchy of the farmyard the cow stands, near the top of the pyramid. Without human interference, perhaps the cow could happily sell timeshare or get-rich-quick schemes to ducks and hens. Before an early retirement to one of the Costas. Only horses would stand in their path. As it is, the horses are treated favourably, every third month they get their trip to Brantano for new shoes!
So, the cow, arguably the best thing before sliced bread. Ignoring the best thing between cows and sliced bread - sliced whole cow. Should we protest (in keeping with this night's topic) alongside the cows, or against them? Tossing eggs, perhaps?