Saga 4: The Great Grass Rebellion
Tales from the Fence line
They say that freedom lost is more painful than freedom never known.
This morning, six babies awoke to a betrayal — the wide, welcoming fence holes where they’d once slipped their heads through to munch on green morning grass… were now lined with stubborn chicken wire. They ran up and down the fence in protest, bleating their injustice to the skies. Heads tilted. Tiny hooves stomped. The rebellion was loud — but heartbreakingly cute.