Folklore is rife with tales of dairymaids churning and churning and no butter being made. The culprit was these problematic, obstructive witches interfering in the process. There were many remedies for this, some involving ash and hot irons, and smoking the spirits right out of the barn.
Today, as Butter, was being a bit…difficult, shall we say: too stubborn to get out of the milking barn and too quick to throw her horns, I thought it a bit ironic that she’s named after the most common bewitching product of the dairy. She’s living up to her name, I suppose. I just hope I don’t have to try too many remedies to be rid of that witch peeking out from those growing horns. After all, she’s just a kid.