You are reborn as a village ox. Each day you pull things. Sometimes it is a wagon and sometimes it is a plow. You do not care. You lead a simple, dull, placid existence and you like it. At night you are taken back to the pen where you eat and sleep.

One evening the boy who drove you in forgets to close the gate to the pen. You have some mild curiosity about the world outside the village. This is your chance to find out what there is. Still, the village is your place; you should not leave it. What will you do?