He looked at the world around him. The world, which had never given him a single real choice. He could only react, not decide. He had been brought around, led from place to place, sometimes with others and sometimes alone. This moment was hardly different. He was alone this time, below an open sky, being led. He could not choose where to go. He could only follow. He had no idea where he was being led. He might be on his way to a painful death and yet he had no ability to turn back. No will, either. He had long ago grown complacent with his life, such as it was. He was hardly even the subject of much attention. The decisions which ruled his fate, his life, his entire world, were of secondary importance. He himself was hardly looked at. Not of malice, not of spite, but of inconsequence he was ignored. Yet..wait. This one. It looked at him. It made gestures, made noise. Was she trying to communicate with him? Oh how he longed to return this gesture, to even thank her for trying. Yet he could not. He knew nothing of her gestures and noise. They did not talk, back at the farm, he and the others. They simply waited in silence. He could not speak, could not move to signal thanks. He was still as always. Yet he was moved, in his spirit. Perhaps, if he could be seen, he could choose. Perhaps he could leave. Simply walk away. Keep walking, not led but instead simply move. Perhaps he could even lead others. His brothers and sisters of the farm. They could all move, together. Yet...no. He did not move. He was resigned to his fate. Indeed, with time she left. Went on to ignore him. Just as was meant. Ow, hey stop that. Anyways, he simply moved just the same. He was led, and he followed and...okay, stop it already, I am trying to monolog herOH GREAT PLUMP MY HAND, YOU BIT MY HAND YOU BASTARD. Okay, to FERTILIZER with that all, I am getting the root out of here. Second these gits look yhe other way, I am gone. Jackassses let the Jackass bite my hand off, bloody gits...
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