Programmer Bedtime Stories: The Farmer and the Gigacows

Momzer sees the widow in the inn

“Mistress, I heard of your good fortune today. I hope there are no hard feelings.”

“None at all.” She drank the last of her mead. “They were good stock. If you have another drive like that, I’d gladly pay you 4.5 migs for them.”

“Migs?”

Her voice seemed a little slurred as she replied, which can happen when someone who doesn’t drink mead very often gets a little tipsy. “Migs. Emm-gees. I’ll give you 4.5 for another drive. Ha, I made a rhyme.”

“But our last deal was for 4.8…”

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