My Brother, we have toiled - and we will toil for many moons, one day we will have oats.
I rather it be this over here >>717700009
You lie to yourself babilonius for many monts oats could not be found here. Our caretakers care little for our well being. We sit within the confines of this plump body and watch as the dog barks, the bird flies, and the cow eats grass. Our life is nothing without oats. Oats are all we have. And when we don't have oats. We are nothing but meat for the slaughter house. Do you understand your foolishness now younger brother? Father died wishing for oats. Oats he never received. And mother is ill. What if we can't obtain oats for her? What then brother? Should we sit by idly and watch her die? No brother. But we can't help her now. It's to late for that. For now we wait for oats...