Uh, Oh!

Look, please! Our cafe is filled with people! And all of them want their hot milk. But we don’t have any more hot milk, you say. Look, please, at all of them! Don’t tell me, tell them! For they won’t accept any “we don’t have any” nonsense. They need nurturing, perhaps more than any mere drink can provide. But it is cold outside and their bodies are skinny. They haven’t had milk since the village goat died last winter. And now you tell me we have no more milk either? Who do I have to screw to lactate around here?