"But what is so special about this cow the hotel maid owns?" asked Jobe wonderingly - he did not really believe that they had come all this way just for an animal.
"It has grazed on the grass grown from the pure seed of the Old World - and its milk is still the sweetest on this planet today."
"But surely when the cow leaves her pastures the milk will change?" Eric asked and then added, "why not just import the grass?"
"Because no other animal can tolerate it,” Puck answered thoughtfully - "we will be bringing in the grass and its seed too - but that is the easy part - we need the cow as well."
"And what is to be done with the milk once we have it?" asked Biff, who had been sleeping in the sun all this time, waiting for lunch.
"We are to feed it to the child of course."
"And what infant is that?" asked Bart, who also was waiting for lunch, excited now about finally having a task to fulfil.
"He is the Child of the World, and dwells at the very centre of it. He is in need of the milk. The order came through nigh a week ago."
"By order, do you mean that someone commanded this?" Goober asked jokingly - who had just landed in mid conversation.
"No" said Puck flatly, "an order through our seed-farm".
"I did not know that this child existed other than in mythology ... wouldn't he have fully grown by now?"
"No, not as yet" Puck answered, and then added, "that is what the nutrition of this milk is for".
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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