Chapter One

 

Lamar the Ox lived on an old farmhouse with a parrot called Flinz. The owner of the farm was Bruce. He grew fruits on the farm and made money from them.

While Bruce was always happy, Lamar and the parrot were not. Though they were well fed, food alone was never enough to make them forget their sorrow. The parrot had been in the cage for many years. A little cage for a bird that had lived in the forest was not good enough. The cage was miserable and the parrot had never hid his feelings.

Lamar was sad because he worked on the farm every day. Bruce used Lamar to make the ridges. What else can an Ox do if not pulling old farm tools? He was not a dairy cattle and never produced milk. Lamar should be grateful to master Bruce that he had not sent him to the slaughter house down the road before now.

Lamar was only free on Sundays. On that day, Bruce does not work. He attends social meetings or rest at home.

To Lamar, the Sunday rest was too short. It was a joke. He could not recover from the stress of the previous week before the start of another week. So, he expected the number of days he worked to be the same as the number of days he must rest.