A milky Dairy Tale

It was a normal day of dairy chores in the life of a normal dairy maid... Almost.
Not that she wasn't a normal dairy maid, actually you would probably find a picture of a scarily similar looking girl in every encyclopedia if you looked under dairy maid.
And the day did indeed start almost disappointingly dull, not even some interesting gossip made it to her ears.
But all this changed brutally when she arrived at work. The dairy wasn't a very busy place, but there usually was at least SOMEONE around. Well, there was, but she didn't know at that time.
So she arrived, seemingly nobody there, whatever she thought and just wanted to start making butter when she noticed that the milk had a quite unusual color. It was pink.
Now she was beginning to become just a wee bit suspicios, so she started to poke around in the milk bucket. A hand was floating in it. Nothing attached to it, now THAT was quite unusual.
At this point she concluded that it would be a sensible thing to look what happened to the rest of the hands owner. Note: that's what SHE thought, remember, there's someone lurking in the shadows.
She found the rest quite quickly, just by following a pretty obvious trail of blood and guts she had somehow missed before. Unfortunately, the rest of the dairy staff was quite craftily reduced to a bloody heap of body parts, which our dairy maid took as a little of a shock.
Now there's two possible endings to this tale. 1. The big bad killer swung down his woodchoppers axe on the dairy maids head, which split in two and she was dead immediately. 2. Never having heard of martial arts the assailant tried the aforementioned thing and bloodily failed by getting his own axe through his neck.
You will have to choose for yourself which one you find more appropriate. And have a nice day! BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!