She should have brought the chainsaw – limbs are difficult to hack off with a knife – she would try to remember this for next time. Mrs Moo was not the one with mad cow disease, thought Joan as she hacked off another one of Mrs Moo’s legs. Call it instinct, call it what you like; but, there’s no doubt Judy had lied about Mrs Moo’s illness, denying Joan her fresh cream for the bake-off. It seemed so easy to butcher the cow. Maybe because she had imagined it so powerfully in her mind before, hacking up a mad cow.