resident

Motu

Is an Ox, born on 2002-05-01, who joined us on 2003-10-15.

I used to wander in front of Krishna-Balarama Temple begging from all the pilgrims that frequent there. I would often get fruit or biskets from those who loitered around the street eating snacks. One day a pilgrim was giving out bananas and several of us rushed at him to get one. He became frightened and dashed into the street and we followed him blindly. Horns started honking, tires started screeching and I ended up getting my front hoof run over by a car. I sat down on the side of the road and the pilgrim tied a cloth around my foot and tried to feed me a banana to console me. But because I was in shock I could no eat. People gathered around me discussing what should be done and one passerby who stopped was on his way to Care for Cows to do some service. He arranged for a rickshaw to carry me there where my hoof was attended to and I was back to normal within two weeks. What started out as a disaster turned into a blessing. I am very thankful that they have kept me here.







My situation is a solemn one. Life is offered to me on condition of eating beefsteaks. But death is better than cannibalism. My will contains directions for my funeral, which will be followed not by mourning coaches, but by oxen, sheep, flocks of poultry, and a small traveling aquarium of live fish, all wearing white scarfs in honor of the man who perished rather than eat his fellow creatures.

George Bernard Shaw