“Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free?”
Her milk is the most fascinating, most rich, must nutritious, most wet, most delicious milk you will ever encounter in your life to the point it drives you to madness and suicide to know that no cows that offer this type of luxury and decadence are ever for sale.
“Owning” things that bring you pleasure pleases you.
You are permitted to watch more closely as she is milked by others.
You may be the last man to ever milk her.
You can set her free.
The cow loves you desperately.
You recognize she isn’t a cow.