"Never understood these competitions. Diet probably matters and all that, but isn't it just luck? Like, getting a... Good cow." Saying that got him a slightly dirty look from one of the teenaged girls behind the little cheese stall. ".. Orrr it's probably more diet, yeah." He coughed, giving the cow a short look and deciding he wouldn't vote for it. Pfff!

Cliff was happy to scurry away when they did, and then it was on to a butcher! Meat was something he could get behind, especially these free samples of sausage. The fat butcher guy was grillin' them up right there, too. "Awful kind of you, but I won't turn it down. Lemme get one of these..." Hmmm. "A few of these, maybe."