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Click hereAs we entered the fair, we were welcomed by a rather festive atmosphere. Everybody seemed to know everybody. There were shops selling cow attire, both for professional hucows and amateurs, milking machines, themed sex toys, the most expensive cheese in the world (my mouth actually gaped at its sight) and of course, milk. However, most of the space was occupied by various farms showing off their cattle. Aidan, taken with his enthusiasm, took my hand (I think that my heart missed a beat), and we headed confidently toward a stall called "Redhead Angus". Behind a stall displaying milk bottles and assorted produce, there was a small corral, where three hucows, all redheads and in attires similar to those we spotted earlier, were accommodated in what seemed to be a portable version of Aidan's milking stands, only without the part that supported the head and shoulders.