This evening, I ran.
Not out of fear.
Not from chaos.
Just because I could.
Across the length of the pasture.
Hooves strong.
Coat moving with controlled force.
Wind cooperating.
The calf attempted to follow.
He lasted halfway.
Progress.
The goat watched from a rock, chewing.
Some creatures sprint.
Some spectate.
Official Statement:
“Strength is meant to be expressed.”
Respect. The. Hair.
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