Europa, Europa!

The plan was perfectly wrought: what better way to seduce the object of your desire than to turn yourself into a cow. For such was the way of this woman and such was the will of Zeus whose sexual prowess was only matched by the duplicitousness required to effectuate his zealous loves and ecstatic erotic unions. And when the cow spoke she thought: hey, talking cow! and she was filled with a sense of adventure and rebellion. And when she was installed as the Queen of Crete she knew: this was more than just a talking cow, this was a magical cow. And though Zeus had long since revealed his true form she always looked back fondly at the cow who had first swept her off her feet.