Speaking of trying to get freedom we had one steer with a really
short memory about his captivity. He was haltered and roped like all
of the others but every morning he would have lost all memory of that
and at the break of dawn we would hear his escape futility. He would
take off running hit the end of the rope, snap his head around and
moo loudly and sadly in his forlorn realization that he was still on
a rope. As far as I know he did this every day until he eventually
hung himself in a misunderstanding about how many times he could wrap
his rope around a high branch and his neck. I don't know what moral a
young seeker or knowledge could take from this tale of indomitable
spirit. Maybe it should encourage us all to fight on no matter how
much our heads are tied to a tree, or it could make you think twice
about trying to break your neck when you know death is inevitable.
Also cows are stupid.
