The next person Meyn met on his travels was a lean young man with long golden locks. 

"Excuse me sir" said Meyn, "but I have always relied on the kindness of strangers, and I am searching for some mother's milk. Could you help me please?" 

"Well," said the lean young man, "I have no breasts, but I have something else you can suckle on." 

So Meyn suckled and suckled but all that came our was hot and sour and added to the feeling of nausea in his stomach. 

"Well, thank you anyway," said Meyn. "No, thank you!!" said the lean young man.