"Milk Cows!"
You ask the man about the job, and he frowns. "Mr. Detrehorn, eh?
Bad un, he was. Well, can't help you now, missie."
As the man walks off, you realize you need to make a decision. What do
you do?
You stare at the signs blankly, not realizing what has happened to
you. Suddenly, a large red sign catches your eye. It reads- "Milk
Cows! Room and Board available. Report to Mr. Detrehorn at Main Street
11."
