"Can I help? Pleeeeaaaaase?"

"I don't know, Eliza... births are a very messy and difficult event. Maybe you should sit this one out."

"Please! I wanna see Meg's baby!"

Chelsea obviously didn't have time to argue. "Fine, come on, into the barn, put some gloves on." Gleefully, Eliza rushed in. Nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to witness.

An extremely attractive blond man knelt near Meg's tail, massaging the cow's foamy hindquarters. He looked up at Chelsea. "I think it's stuck." In went his hand, out came a hoof.

Eliza felt herself gagging and ran.