The Journey

Men were talking; some were laughing in mockery. We paid them no heed. We were trotting, sometimes leaping, always moving to arrive without delay. Food was plenty on the way: leaves of every sort and flavor, dew refreshed to drink each day. Alone we followed the lead. Men were talking and still laughing, though strange beasts still journeyed past. Others stayed and munched on grass. Of my family and kind, only I and my mate would find the haven shared with goats and pigs,...