"Oh, Jack. We're so poor. I don't know what we're going to do. Gateway is so old, we're lucky if we get a glass of milk out of her anymore. *sigh* I don't know what we're going to do. I just want to curl up and DIE!" What am I going to do, whatamIgoingtoDO? Maybe I can have Jack sell the cow for dog food and buy us a new one. "Jack, sweetie. I think we need to sell Gateway and get us a new cow. There should be some dog food vendors at the market that will buy her. If not, those people that make Slim Jims will gladly take a cow over their usual dogs, rats, and ferrets. You need to sell Gateway and buy us a young cow, ok?"

"Of course, Mom. Anything for you!" Jack replied.