The Grass

"Delicious."
"Is it?."
They kept chewing and chomping the grass.
"What a generous breeder we have!"
"I don't think so."
"Don't be so pessimestic, eat and enjoy, this is life."
"Don't you see how he treats us as if we were his slaves."
"Just once I couldn't move fast and he bundled and whipped me, it was My fault, and past is past."
"Don't you want to go trotting in the meddows as the wind of flows in your long mane(hair)."
"Look, how happily and contentedly he is looking at us, he is admiring us."
They kept chewing and chomping the grass.
"Remember that day , that he just thrashed and beat you just to win that fucking race, after that you lay in bed(the stable)for days to get over it."
"But in the end we won."
They kept chewing and chomping the grass as their breeder lying beneath a tree was reading a newspaper.