"We could make a house for it!" she declares. She sips the milk, still knelt there on the floor, then hums and takes a bigger gulp. "Just in cow-size instead of in chicken-size." She seems proud of her deductive reasoning, and she brings the jug over to Greta and places it on the counter beside her. Then she grabs her cup and sips from it again. "You're so clever, I'll bet we could figure it out."