The sixth petitioner was the head of the Royal Dairy, who bowed #stiffly but then hesitated.
"Speak," the queen ordered. "Others are waiting."
"If it #please your majesty, having the Royal Guard drill in the dairy pastures is spooking the cows. Milk production is down. Could they drill elsewhere?"
"They could not," she replied coldly. "Find some other place for the cows to graze."
She awoke the next day to cows browsing contentedly on the grass of the Royal Esplanade.