O Mater, ego tam fessa sum.

[lady_general]

[Good afternoon, Mayfield! Today you'll find Celes doing one of three things

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[relaxiamadoctor]

[Fran can be seen in the park, taking notes on how the tractor-cows are adapting to the cooler weather]

[lady_general]

[Funnily enough, Celes had been looking at a recipe for beef Burgundy when she happens to catch a glance of...

...What in the Triad's name are those? They look odd, like something Kefka thought up in a drunken fever dream. HELLO FRAN, CELES HAS COME TO INVESTIGATE.] ...What in the world are those?

[relaxiamadoctor]

[Fran keeps jotting notes]

Some months ago this town transformed into an industrial communist state~ I was tasked with improving the cattle~ I'm afraid this was the best I could do on short notice and simple supplies, but they seem to be holding up~

[lady_general]

Those aren't cows. [Yep, horrified.]

[relaxiamadoctor]

I will admit there is some necrotizing of the flesh, but they are holding together far longer than I expected. The tractor components are driving the majority of their anatomy.

[Close examination will also show there are more tractor-cows than there are fleshy cowbits if one were to put them all back together)