I am a cow grazing in the warmth of the world and there is nothing but green pastures as far as my eyes can see. I have servants that feed me endlessly, they wash me, they groom me, and people come from miles around to get a glimpse of me, life is good, real good. I feed unconsciously for the need to fatten up for the long winter that comes, for I shall be tested as the seasons die and are reborn. As I graze with outright gluttony I notice a change in my servants behavior, it is as if they are preparing for something, or should I say, preparing “ME” for something. Then one day, without warning, I was blindfolded and driven to an undisclosed location, a location with the stench of which I have never known. A feeling of uneasiness besieged me, I was being moved from the only life that I have ever known, a life full of comfort, security, and peace, luxuries that were meant for me, and only me.
“That’s the one, that’s the one right there, the healthy one!”
When I heard that I stood tall and proud, shoulders broad, hide glistening and full of color, “They want me! They want me!” Through my many years of living in luxury I have heard many stories about moving on, or to a better place with greener pastures.
“You also must be ready, because the son of man will come at an hour when you don’t expect him.”
“It will good for those servants whose masters finds them ready, even if he comes in the middle of the night or toward daybreak.”
These stories, or should I say fables, they comfort those who do not have greener pastures for as long as the eye can see, such as mine. They want, but I have, there is no better place than this, I have everything I need right here!
“Get him ready, he looks of good stock.”
“Good stock? I am of great stock!”
“Put him in chute number four!”
As they proceeded to insert me into chute number four things began to get a little tight, but there is no fear, for I am going to greener pastures, “MY GREENER PASTURES!” As I waited I heard the rustling of the others, I wonder what greener pastures they are going to? Will we be together? I hope that they are separate from me, I do not want to share “MY GREENER PASTURES” with anyone!
“SHOOT NUMBER ONE!”(bang)
“SHOOT NUMBER TWO!”(bang)
“ I THINK THERE HAS BEEN A MISTAKE”
“SHOOT NUMBER THREE!”(bang)
“STOP!” “PLEASE STOP!”
“SHOOT NUMBER FOUR!”
“I will destine you for the sword, and all of you will fall in the slaughter; for I called but you did not answer, I spoke but you did not listen. You did evil in my sight and chose what displeases me.”