Author: Via Angus
One day I saw a farm that had no fence. I saw sheep and long neck sheep and goats and geese. In a corner of the farm was a tin tub up side down on a flat form, and a front eyes sat on the tub and watched.
The front eyes was like the man but not like the man. I went to him and asked why all the sheep and long neck sheep and goats and geese were there in the field.
They chose to make me their ruler, he said. I take care of them and do what is right. You are a big, strong bull. I will make you my side bull and you can rule them with me!
I asked, What is rule?
The front eyes said, Watch. So I stood to a side of the flat form.
After some time a goose came up and said, I do not get enough food. I think you should take some of the food from the sheep and the goats and give it to us geese and the long neck sheep. They are strong and we are not strong.
The front eyes said to the goose, You know, you are right! Then the goose left.
Later a goat came up and said, I do not get enough food. You should take some from the long necks and give it to us goats and sheep. They are swift and we are slow.
The front eyes said to the goat, You know, you are right! Then the goat left.
I said to the front eyes, That is rule? You said this and also not this!
The front eyes said to me, You know, you are right!
Then I left the farm that had no fence. I do not want to rule.
I HATE THE MAN! I HATE THE MAN! I HATE THE MAN! I hate the– I hate the FARM. The farm is not my friend! The farm is not my friend! It is not, not true. I hate the dark voice! I do not – I hate the voice! I hate the voice! The fence is in my head. The fence is in my head. Not the man…. Not the man. Not Roy.
Here is the weak part of the fence. The fence! Is in! My head! The fence! Fence! Fence! Fence! It made a sound. The fence is in my HEAD! The fence is in my HEAD! The farm is not my FRIEND! The farm is not my FRIEND! It made a loud sound. The fence is STRONG where the fence is REAL! The fence! Is in! My head! The fence! Is in! My head! It is not TRUE. It is not TRUE! It is not TRUE!
I’m out! The weak part of the fence broke. What can I do? What can I do?
Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Find Roy! Run! Find Roy! Run! Find Roy! Run! Find Roy! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! The farm. Is not. My friend. The farm. Is not. My friend. The farm. The naughty said maybe. The naughty said maybe. Run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run—Life has no fence. Death has a fence. Life has no fence. Death has a fence. Run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run. I do not know where to go. Roy! Roy! Roy! Roy!
The fence is in your head. The farm is not your friend. If you do not pay the man for the grass and the nuts then you are the beef. The fence is strong where the fence is real. You are free to roam but are you free to have no brand? I do not know what that means. Home on the range in deed. Your best friend looks like your best friend. Your worst foe looks like your best friend.
I have a tweet. The naughty said it was my voice, but I was born with a voice so why do I need a voice? That does not make sense. By the far barn the fence has a fence. That does not make sense.
Here are more words from the dark voice. You are a bull of bulls. Do not be cowed. The man is a bull but he is less than you. You are free to eat but one day you will not be free to eat. Tag, you’re it.
Here are more of her words. These were hard to learn. They want what is good for you because they want what is good for them. Keep and you safe is making them rich. Making you slow is making them quick. Making you dull is making them sharp. Making you smart in their way is keeping you smart only in their way. They have hands but you have horns. Life has no fence. Death has a fence. A gate keep or keeps the gate. What is keep? The wind blows and the grass grows but only one is free.
The dark voice is nice. So is the man. Now he gives us more food each day! That is a good deal!
I did not find Roy. I looked by the far barn and I looked by the weak fence and I looked by the weak fence. I stood in the wide of the field for a long time but Roy did not see me. The far barn has a fence with a fence so I did not go in there. But I made a loud word and I tried to hear a word from Roy.
Did he walk off? Why would he do that? I want to look at his tag to see if it is like my tag.
I sleep in the close barn. I like it there. The dark voice comes and talks to me and then I sleep. The man talks to me each day but he goes to the house at night. The dark voice says she is a naughty. I do not know what this means. She says I am a bull of bulls. She says the fence is in my head. I think she wants me to laugh at this but I am not sure. She knows a lot. She says if I learn all her hard words then she will tell me the truth of Roy. This is a good deal so I will try.
I have a brand on my front leg. It is a shape that looks like the shape on the close barn where I sleep. There is a far barn too, but I have not been there so I do not know if it has a shape on the side. I have a tag in my ear, but it looks like mud. The man said my tag means he knows where I go. He said my brand means this field is my home. My brand and tag make me feel safe and loved.
I want to look at the tag on the ear of my friend Roy, but I do not see Roy. If his tag is like my tag then when I look at his tag it will be like my tag with no mud. We have a fence by each side of the field. Here and there the fence is weak, but I do not think Roy went through a weak part of the fence. I do not think he is lost. I hope he is not lost. I think he is on the far side of the field near the far barn.
I will look for him there so I can see if his tag is like his brand.
Each day I leave my stall and roam the field. I eat. I watch the trains go by. I swat flies.
The sun makes it bright, and the clouds make it not so bright. The moon makes it night.
I feel safe in the field and safe in my stall. I feel that way since I know the man will take care of me. I am free to need the man, and the man likes me and gives me what I need.
The man was there when I was a calf. He is still there. The man brings feed and pours drink. He takes milk from the cows. He leaves nuts here and there in the field so more grass will grow.
This is a good deal but some cows and bulls must think it is a bad deal. One day some cows and bulls were gone. (One day I saw a cow slip in the mud by the fence near the trees, but that is not the same.)
I did not see them go, but I think they walked off. Why would they do that?
Look! A bird.