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On that day the animal pen and the byre were turned into a house of silence; they were dealt a disaster. There was no milk in the udder of the cow, the day darkened for the calf, its young calf was hungry and wept bitterly. There was no milk in the udder of the goat; the day darkened for the kid. The buck-goat lay starving, its life xx. The cow spoke bitterly to its calf. The goat xx to its kid. The holy churn was empty, xx was hungry, xx lay starving.