You are a farmer long since, and you have two cows in your cowshed. What happens next strongly depends on the government system of your state:

You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.

You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all the cows, together with all other farmers.
The government gives you as much milk as you need.

You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers.
You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs as the regulations say you should need.

You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.

You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.

You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.

You have two cows. Your neighbours decide who gets the milk.

You have two cows. Your neighbours pick someone to decide who gets the milk.

The government promises to give you two cows in exchange for your vote. After elections, the President is impeached for having speculated on bovine futures. Press dubs the affair "Cowgate".

You have two cows. You feed them with sheep brains and they go crazy. The government does nothing.

You have two cows. The government fines you for keeping two unlicensed farm animals in an apartment.

You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other one and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows. In triplicate.

You have two cows. Either you sell them at a fair price, or your neighbours try to kill you to take the cows.

You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly-listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax deduction for keeping five cows. The milk rights for six cows are transferred via a Panamanian intermediary to a Cayman Islands company secretly owned by the majority shareholder, who sells the rights to all seven cows' milk back to the listed company. The annual report says that the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Meanwhile, you kill the two cows because the milk is sour.

You have two cows. The government prevents you both from milking them and from killing them.

You have two cows. They get married and adopt a veal.

You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.

You are associated with (the concept of 'ownership' is a symbol of the phallocentric, warmongering, intolerant past) two differently aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of nonspecified gender.

Wow, dude, there's like...these two cows, man. You have *got* to have some of this milk.

You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take accordion lessons.