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A guy was out walking in the desert one day when he came upon a horse and a dog. The horse gave a whinny. Then another whinny. Then the dog barked at the horse, and the horse gave yet another whinny. As the man got closer to the animals, he found himself able to understand the particulars of this exchange. All this talk of running free, of eating wild grass, of drinking from freshwater lakes means nothing to me, the dog said. I'm waiting for you to talk about hunting a rabbit, about tearing meat from a bone, about blood and gore. And the horse said, I'm sick of hearing about blood and gore. I'm tired of your stories about sniffing out wild muskrats. I'm waiting to hear you talk of wild clover, of fresh juniper leaves. Then the man felt compelled to interject. Meat and grass. What's the difference? The function of each is to give you life. Without that function, you're just bones. Then both animals turned on the man. The dog tore at his legs, and the horse drove his hooves into his face. When the man was dead, they went back to their argument.(...)
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