Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a big herd of Oxen. These Oxen were upset. Each week, the Butchers came and took away the biggest and strongest among them. The Butchers did this to get meat, which they used for their meals. This made the Oxen very sad and worried.
One day, the Oxen gathered together. They talked and decided on a plan. They wanted to stop the Butchers from taking any more of their friends. They thought that by doing this, they could live peacefully and without fear.
As they were about to carry out their plan, an old Ox stepped forward. He was wise and had seen many summers and winters. He asked them to stop and think again about what they were doing.
"You must understand," he said, "that humans need our meat for their meals. If we chase away these Butchers, who already know how to do their job quickly and without causing us much pain, what do you think will happen?"
The Oxen looked at him, waiting for his answer.
He continued, "New Butchers will come. But they won't know how to do their job as well. They will take longer, and it will hurt us more."
The Oxen listened to the wise old Ox. They thought about what he had said. They realized he was right. And so, they dropped their plan and continued to live their lives, knowing that their sacrifice was necessary for the survival of others.
Once upon a super-fun time in a land far, far away, there was a bunch of Oxen who were kinda down in the dumps. "Ugh, why do those Butcher guys keep taking our biggest, strongest friends?" complained one young Ox, who wore cool sunglasses.
Another Ox, who was rocking a colorful headband, added, "Yeah, it's totally ruining my good vibes. We gotta think of something, and quick!"
So, they all huddled up like they were planning the ultimate birthday party. Ideas were bouncing around like a super-bouncy ball. "Let's dig a big ditch around us!" one Ox said. "Nah, let's trick them and send them to where the sheep are!" said another.
Just then, Grandpa Ox, who was older than your grandma's favorite chair, slowly stepped forward. His beard was all long and fluffy, and his eyes sparkled like he knew a lot of stuff. "Hey, hey, hey, slow down, kiddos!"
Everyone got quiet. When Grandpa Ox talked, you listened. It was like when a teacher has a surprise and everybody wants to hear what it is.
"Look," Grandpa Ox said, "you think chasing away these Butchers is gonna make things better? Think again! These Butchers know what they're doing. They're really, really good at their job. If we send them away, who knows who we'll get next?"
The young Oxen all looked at each other, thinking hard. One finally said, "So, you mean it's like swapping out a really good but kinda annoying doctor for some guy who just thinks he can do it?"
"Exactly!" Grandpa Ox laughed. "And trust me, you don't wanna be the patient of someone who's just winging it."
They all laughed, and even some birds in a nearby tree tweeted in what sounded like laughter. The Oxen all nodded, thinking that Grandpa Ox was really onto something.
So, just like that, they gave up on their big, crazy plan. They decided it was better to just keep doing their thing, hanging out in the field, munching on grass. Because sometimes, the thing you're used to is better than taking a big, unknown risk.
Amidst green fields where the Oxen play,
A concern grew strong, day by day.
For every week, as the stories go,
Butchers arrived, their faces would show.
They’d choose the biggest, strong and tall,
To prepare their meals, one and all.
The Oxen felt sorrow, fear, and dread,
Losing their friends was tough, they said.
So the Oxen met under a shady tree,
“To save our friends, what can the plan be?
If we stand together, strong and near,
The Butchers will leave, and we’ll have no fear!”
But from the back, stepped an old Ox wise,
With many a story, and wise old eyes.
“Wait,” he said, “before you begin,
Think of the outcome, think it again.”
“Humans need our meat, it's their way.
And these Butchers know, not to delay.
If they’re gone, others will appear,
But their skills might not be clear.”
“They might be slow, might hurt us more,
So consider this thought right at the core.”
The Oxen paused, their minds astir,
Realizing the truth in what they just heard.
With heavy hearts, but heads held high,
They chose the path, of the open sky.
For they knew deep down, it was the code,
Their sacrifice mattered, on life’s wide road.
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