urbanimal

In the Early Days, before humans forgot their natural ability to speak with the animals, a young girl entered Bull’s field and settled herself on the lush grass for an afternoon of cloud spotting. The Sky was a brilliant azure, and the few clouds present were delicate brushes of white; wispy trails across the infinite canvas of the heavens. Out aloud the girl exclaimed, “This is the most beautiful sky I have ever seen!” A dismissive snort was uttered by Bull. “Beautiful? What’s so beautiful about that plain sky?” Chided, the girl quietly returned to her cloud spotting and Bull returned to his grazing. As