The white ox redirects its attention to Donnie as the second apple changes hands and locks eyes with the turtlekin. In the depths of its limpid brown eyes, Donnie can see eternity... An infinite realm of green pastures, where the mild spring sun never fades and a light breeze blows and cowtentment is never far from hand. Acres and acres of grasses and grains, where faceless beings give head pats and back rubs, and the calves frolic and roll through the fields. One might call this heaven or nirvana or even mootopia. Time is endless and all is one and there is no meaning in human suffering.
Then the white ox clamps onto Donnie up to his forearm,
"Um."
lowers its head and flips Donnie up onto its back in one smooth motion,
"Donnie!"
grabs Shu by the collar of her clothing,
and ascends upwards as if galloping up a flight of invisible stairs until they are soaring through the skies at a pace far faster than a cow should be able to run.
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Date: 2024-10-06 11:16 pm (UTC)Then the white ox clamps onto Donnie up to his forearm,
"Um."
lowers its head and flips Donnie up onto its back in one smooth motion,
"Donnie!"
grabs Shu by the collar of her clothing,
and ascends upwards as if galloping up a flight of invisible stairs until they are soaring through the skies at a pace far faster than a cow should be able to run.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ------------ "