I was supposed to go to a meeting today, but it got cancelled. Tomorrow, I have an appointment in the city. I just thought to let you know. In truth, not a lot is going on. I was hoping to see my Dad this week, but I may not get to see him because for the weather.
Anyways, I’m writing because I wanted to show you what I been working on. I’m working on two satirical novels. I think I might had wrote about this before, but in case I didn’t, I’m writing about it now. The first novel is entitled, “Strawberry Milk”. It is about to be about a young female cow that can walk and talk like a human trying to fit in with the other humans. It is going to have examples and elements of animal ethnics and explore how humans treat animals.
The other is entitled, “The Dimensions of Living”. It is going to be about a young woman who recently lost her husband. She gets involved in an accident and has to go to court. Over the course of several weeks, she meets new people, go to new places, and discovers what it means to be alive.
Here is the preface of “Strawberry Milk”:
Located in the heart of Texas, surrounded by forests of tall trees and meadows of tall grass, lived a rather small, tightknit community known by the rest of the world as Cattle Rock. Ever since its founding in 1865, the small town of Cattle Rock had been a self-sufficient and self-sustaining community, almost not needing the aid of a larger government. Cattle Rock had everything a hamlet, such as itself, needed, like a sheriff department, a fire station, and a small hospital. It even had things such as a movie theater, a high school, and a small shopping mall; things that weren’t necessary for survival, but made life a little cheerier. The economy of Cattle Rock was almost completely based on food production. The people of Cattle Rock not only grew fruits, vegetables, and grains, but they also cared for the animals that would later be eaten. The majority of the animals raised in Cattle Rock were cows, bulls, and steers, which was the reason behind the name of the town. Speaking of cows, let shift our attention to the Bond family.
Jedediah Bond and his wife, Suzie, were once members of a large Amish community, who believed strongly in the traditional way of doing things, that lived alongside the people of Cattle Rock, who couldn’t image a day without their electronics. Over time, however, the people of that community began to drift apart. Some moved to the city, while others moved out of the state. One by one, the people abandoned their houses and farms, which were either bulldozed or left to wither and crumble. Anyways, Jedediah and Suzie were the last remaining members of that Amish community. At first, they didn’t mind being left behind, but as the years went by, they soon discovered that it was lonely being the only ones left. They felt as though there was an empty void in their lives. A void that could only be filled with the type of love and companionship you’d feel while being near a family member or close friend. They soon found themselves praying for something that would bring back that feeling. Then, to their utter surprise, they found that their prayers were answered.
One day, while tending the fields, Suzie tumbled across a crying baby wrapped in a blanket. Actually, “baby” is not the correct word. The correct word would more likely be, “calf”. Suzie tumbled across a crying calf wrapped in a blanket. Now, by this point, most of you are probably wondering, “How can a calf cry like a human?” Well, this was no ordinarily calf. A moment of observation will reveal that the little creature was somewhat humanoid. She–for the little creature was certainly a female–still had the physical features of cattle, but the way she was shaped and the way she was sized was similar to that of a human baby. Suzie, without hesitation, took the calf home with her to show to her husband.
For many days, Jedediah and Suzie kept the calf, trying to decide what to do with her. At first, they kept her in their barn and treated her like any other animal, but over time, as they grew more attracted to the creature, they began to kept her in their house. They once tried to put clothes on the calf and, much to their surprise, she was very willing to wear them. Then, one day, the calf learned to walk on two legs and babble like a human baby. Eventually, they came to the conclusion that the little calf was a glorious miracle; a miracle that they must share with the world.
After a long, uphill battle, the couple was able to legally adopt the calf as their daughter. They named her Strawberry, because she liked to eat strawberries more than any other food. For the next fifteen years, as Strawberry learned more about the human race and their culture, she become increasingly more human and increasingly less animal. She still retained her cow-like features, such as the tiny horns on her head, her short muzzle, her ovular ears, her long tail, and white fur with black patches. Yet, her appearance only motivated her to act more like a human. She had goes to public school and made human friends, all the while, never acting like an animal.
Strawberry Bond became a loving, kindhearted teenager. She was an intelligent and cultured young adult, who seek to help others and improve society. Her friends and family, the people who had gotten to know her, love and support her. However, as Strawberry walked the streets of Cattle Rock, many bystanders, the people who only know her through rumors and gossip, watch her with skeptical eyes. It is not that they don’t trust her, or think ill of her. It’s just that, as they watch her going about her business around town, the same question floats around in their minds: “Is Strawberry Bond really human, or is she an animal?”
Here is the prologue of “The Dimensions of Living”:
PROLOGUE: THE PURPOSE OF EXISTING
What does it mean to “exist”? What does the word, “exist” suggest? Does it mean to simply survive or live? What is the purpose of existing? Who is it that creates the universe and commands the life within it? Why is it that Earth is the only planet in the solar system able to sustain life? Why is it that lifeforms on Earth differ from each other? Why did some animals walk on land while others swim in the oceans or fly in the sky? Why was mankind created? What does the word, “exist” mean to a human? What is the ultimate purpose for mankind? Was the creation of mankind just a mistake, and was not meant to exist?
These are not uncommon questions. The great philosophers and scientists of humanity had devoted their lives to answering these questions. There is no doubt that the everyday person had questioned the purpose of their life at least once. Those people often search for a meaning their lives, doing whatever it takes to prove to themselves and others that they have a purpose. Yet, eventually, they lose sight of what’s important and adopt lifestyles that lead them away from the path to their true purpose. Many people tend to focus too much of their energy on the present issues of life, often doing nothing to solve them. Some choose to go through life doing whatever they please, often not caring about the needs of those around them. Others seek only to destroy any form of life, though oftentimes, the life they destroy is their own.
Then, there is the one percent; those special few who devote their lives to the growth and development of their spirits. These people see the meaning of life. They see that there is a greater purpose for everyone. Usually, they spend half of their lives trying to find their true purpose, then, once they did, they would help others to find their true purpose. These people often find themselves working as nurses, teachers, veterinarians, or other careers in which they are help or lead others. These are the types of people who are glad knowing they made a different, and they expect nothing in return for their services.
These are, indeed, good people. However, these people did not make it to where they are now by chance. None of them knew what their true purpose was at first and it didn’t come to them as suddenly as a bolt of lightning. They all needed to work to get to where they are now. For most of these people, that work included hours of study and intense labor. Others choose to go on quests or journeys to find their true purpose. A few of them eventually found their true purpose, albeit after some suffering; suffering that was, at times, physical, but more often than not, emotional.
But is pain not a part of life? Are we not able to learn from pain? Doesn’t pain just remind us that we are alive? Don’t all wounds heal with time? If you don’t understand, don’t worry, you will. Just continue reading this story. By the time you’re finish, you just might learn something.
Well, those were the previews of my new novels. Please excuse the odd formatting. I hope you like them. I look forward to seeing what you think for these. Maybe some of you can give me some tips on writing satirical novels. I’m going to eventually post these new stories on the site, as their own pages. For now, however, I hope you enjoy the novels.
Have a great day!