"EXCUSE ME MISS?" you yell as loudly and politely as you can. You hear a muffled, "Erm, yes?" "COULD YOU PLEASE RETRIEVE THE BUCKET UNDER MY SINK AND MILK YOURSELF?" "Wha-what!?" "I'M SORRY, BUT IT'S THE BEST OPTION!" "Alright, I'll do it, but you don't have to shout, I can hear you just fine!" "Oh, sorry," you say apologetically. You begin feeling rythmic movements pulling on the outside. You are squished against the opposing wall over and over again as milk begins flowing into the chamber and out through the teat. You attempt to stay in the wonderful sac as long as you can, as you watch the caterpillar go down and out. Watching it loose grip seemingly causes you to lose grip and go sliding down, getting squeezed along. Suddenly, a cool gush of air as you fall- splish! into the milk-filled bucket. You gaze up at the cow, who is still milking her self, her round belly bouncing, in tie with her almost-as-round udder, it's teats bouncing in sync with the milking process, white creamy milk streams flowing from it's insides. The cow notices that you are in the bucket, and stops milking herself. "Oops! Sorry! I haven't been milked in a really long time. I forgot how good it felt!" "It's alright mam," you say. "I removed the issue," you claim, pulling the caterpillar up out of the white liquid. "Hold on a moment," you say, carrying the caterpillar to the boy's restroom. "I'll be back in a moment." You wash yourself and the caterpillar off in the sink, and return to the cow. She looks down at you and says; "SPUD! That's where you've been!" She plucks the caterpillar from your hands and places it on her shoulder. "Don't ever go exploring my body without me watching ever again! I missed you so much.." Turns out the caterpillar was her pet, and it had decided to explore her body without her knowing. Still doesn't explain how it got inside of her teat, though. "Thank you so much Dr. Demus!" The cow says, leaving some cash on the desk, swiftly leaving, caterpillar in tow. "Another day in the life of Dr. Demus," you say. You are suddenly hit by the realization that some fuzzy caterpillars can leave rashes on animals with little to no fur.
