The Goats
The goats were as happy as they
could be. Every winter the bucks urinated on their own faces, combed it through
their fur, and head-butted the other bucks out of the way. The does wagged
their tails and offered themselves to the smelliest and strongest, and because
these bucks couldn’t be everywhere, the old and young males took their chances.
Thus
it was. Thus will it always be.
This is who
we are, the strongest and smelliest goats
said.
One
year, near the end of the breeding season, perhaps because the grass had
fermented, or she had discovered a new herb, or she had eaten an apple, one doe
said, We could do things differently. I don’t want the strongest, smelliest
buck to father my kid. I want a relationship.
The
other does and the weaker, less smelly bucks agreed.
The strongest,
smelliest buck felt too exhausted to sire another kid anyway and the breeding
season was almost over. Why not? he
said.
The
traditionalists opposed but the new movement had the majority.
The next
breeding season the bucks stood up-wind on rocky outcrops and flaunted their
muscles, horns and pheromones and the does chose. Couples formed.
The
free-thinking does avoided the traditionalists who did not know how to change
their behaviour. Moreover, those goats were used to being led. Without a leader
they weren’t sure they were goats at all.
The strongest,
smelliest buck was bored with his few does and the whole season lay ahead. We
need to formalise our relationships, he
said.
The
traditionalists agreed.
And for that
we need a leader …
And a
committee …
which voted to
go back to the old ways.
Thus it was.
Moral: The price of freedom is freedom itself.
by Joy Manné
Ah, Joy Manné. you are a master storyteller.
ReplyDelete