Today I was presented with hay.
Standard hay.
Acceptable hay.
But not inspired hay.
I examined it carefully.
Texture average.
Scent mid-tier.
I chewed slowly.
The goat said, “It’s just hay.”
That phrase alone explains so much about him.
Nothing is “just” anything.
Quality matters.
Standards matter.
I consumed it, but thoughtfully.
Official Statement:
“Mediocrity is noticed.”
Respect. The. Hair.
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