Not only was she a Carnivorous Cow, she'd just been rendered a cannibalistic cow! She was traumatised!
Just as baby food seldom contains the smiling baby on the jar, and dog food no longer contains - by law - the bounding wagger on the package, the Cow had expected the cow on the pack to be the consumer, not the contents.
Nowhere did the pack announce WARNING - UNSUITABLE FOR VEGETARIANS! OFFENSIVE TO HINDUS! CONTAINS COW TOES! The name, and shape - milk bottles - suggests innocence and goodness, amplified by the pastel shades of the sweets themselves.
The Cow wondered how many small children knew what they were eating.
She wondered why there wasn't a big notice on the chocolate machine - it wasn't as if a discerning customer could read the ingredients on the pack before purchase.
The Cow felt angry. Violated. Nauseous.
She sighed. Already her life-long Nestle boycott severely limited her choice at the chocolate machine. If she added Manhattan / Kraft products, what would remain?
Chips! Aha! She never did like Mr Potatohead very much, anyway....