Cow Crushing Peanuts

Today I saw a great cow crushing peanuts

He walked round and round like they used to make the witches do.

Wood grinding stone against stone like a madman gnashing his teeth in a deep dreamless sleep.

I felt sorry for him.

He had a hunchback and I wondered why a bone had grown there – for what purpose other than for humans to stick a piece of wood there to move him round and round the peanut crusher?

It’s not a good example of mutualism.

The only thing the poor creature gets out of this relationship is a palm oil candy for a life’s hard work…probably five or six pieces per day. Addicted, no doubt.