My child my child... How I yearn to teach you...
A cow... my child... will walk round and round a hill all day to reach the top. Don't be a cow my child.
A hog... my child... will eat acorns under a tree all day... and never once look up to see from whence they came. Don't be a hog my child.
A horse... my child... will hear each twig that snaps... each clap of thunder... each slamming stable door and hear a horse eater... Don't be a horse my child.
A goat... my child... will leap into a rain barrel. So certain of its place that it doesn't stop to look. Don't be a goat my child.
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