The Ordained Horse Grass tastes good. Luscious, green, dripping with dew; these images are enough to make any horse's dream. If only I could eat in peace, without those Brahmins monitoring me in the distance. They don't even eat grass, anyway! They've been following me for about a year, now. It was relatively agonizing when I first saw them. The feeling of being watched would initially never desert me; I bet you humans know exactly what I speak of. You probably wouldn't like it if you were constantly followed around with, say, a camera, would you? What was more disturbing than the fact that they were watching me at all was the fact that I didn't know why they were there. They let me roam as I pleased, let me chew on my scrumptious grass as I pleased - only under their supervision, however. Why did they need to be there at all? Eventually, I got used to it. I just let them be now, although I cannot say that I enjoy their presence. I go back to munching on my...
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