Even a child would have recollections of their short lives; what stopped a bull from doing the same?
As far as Emodao could remember, he was raised in the fields. His master, by then, was an old woman who struggled to keep herself alive. All she had was a small patch of land when she grew vegetables. Not just her, but mostly everything that came to her home on a harvest day could eat. There were homeless children, stray animals, and of course her only companion—the bull.
This bull was just a stray she found one day. However, she was already old by then so she just fed the small beast when she could. The little beast felt so sentient that it would normally sit next to her in the fields, watching the same scenery as she would.
"Emodao, do you know? I'm about to leave and be judged for my life. I wish I could be one of those pretty stars in the night sky." The old woman chuckled with her soft melodic voice.
