Today, the farmer brought guests directly into the pasture.
Close proximity.
Too close.
I could hear full sentences.
“That one’s the famous one.”
Famous.
Interesting.
A woman asked, “What’s his personality like?”
The farmer paused.
Smiled slightly.
“Oh, he knows.”
Accurate.
I gave a controlled turn toward the group. Allowed them the profile. Maintained mystique.
A small human said, “He looks like he’s thinking about something important.”
I was.
Grain distribution patterns.
But still.
Perception matters.
Official Statement:
“I do not seek attention. I accommodate it.”
Respect. The. Hair.
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