Fresh, raw milk is hard to come by in this day & age of homogenized, pasteurized same old, same old. Heterogeneously composed of nutrifying poetic proteins, glamourous grammatical butterfats, & the ever inscrutable lactase chain, The Book of Milk expresses both surface tension and the undulating convection currents below. The Book of Milk (or The Mammolactogogery) is narrated by a truth-seeking trout named Henry who fell into a bucket of this quintessentially mammalian concoction on his way to delivering the morning paper. Lactose intolerant readers should not be dismayed, you too can have a mystical moment with a glass of human kindness.