I`m steak now.

　　I expected this.

　　This is simply a bull`s destiny from day 1: to be food for humans.

　　I should be worried but I can`t feel anything. I can see but I have no eyes. I can hear stuff. I can`t taste anything.

　　I`m just there. I`m sitting on some white circle with a metal pitchfork next to me.

　　I don`t feel concerned due to how natural it all feels but it makes me think more.

　　Humans feed us animals to fatten us so they can eat us. It`s some facade of care. If this is the true purpose of us animals, then after I get eaten, will the cycle end? Did I get to live more and longer because I didn`t follow the set path that all animals should take?Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

　　I may just be right. But I don`t know, it feels sad.

　　But I can`t feel. I`m just thinking aloud.

　　I can sort of hear two human noises talking over each other. A male one and the female one of the human that always gave us hay. I couldn`t understand anything, but the only thing I could understand was the female human constantly saying Bessie` in a more& crying fashion?

　　Bessie was the name I was given. I hate it.

　　But she fed us hay, so maybe I should accept it to be nice.

　　Wait. No, she doesn`t care. It`s a facade of care.

　　I`m intelligent enough to avoid liking the face rather than the hand that fed me.

　　This may be the end of me once I get eaten, so what`s the point in even thinking?

　　My nonexistent head will hurt, and I will have no grass to eat to make it easier for myself.

　　So I want to stop thinking.

　　I`d rather just disappear.

　　Maybe if I follow the true path of animals, I`ll end up in paradise this time.

　　Lots of grass. Lots of hay. My pride intact.

　　And most importantly, I hope this paradise makes it so that I don`t have to think.

　　It hurts.

　　I`m lonely.

　　I hate being special.

　　I hate being intelligent.

　　I hate being a bull.

　　I hate life.