Papua and the Cow

"The cow needs to be tamed, as it has gone mad", said the farmer.

"Can you run?", Papua asked the cow. It simply shook it's head. It was not interested. It was looking at the bundle of grass that lay nearby. It kept chewing and drooling from it's mouth shamelessly without caring about anything in the world.

"Can you do something with him?", the farmer asked. "If not, I will sell him off to the butcher's at least then perhaps we will see some emotion on her smug stupid face", chuckled the farmer.

"No!", said Papua. "Give her to me. I will buy her!". The farmer was surprised at first and later shrugged and remarked "Whatever!".

He gladly took the money, Papua held in his outstretched hand.

Papua then took the cow and the bundle of grass and walked on. The cow followed. When he reached the edge of the forest, he removed the rope from the cow's head and let it meander into the woods as he watched it eat some leaves off a tree.

"You are as mad as her, you fool!", shouted the farmer who watched from far away.

"Yes!", replied Papua.

"We are both mad and similar. We yearn freedom to live the life we seek, the way we want to live. When the world does not allow that, we create our own imaginary world and live in them joyously totally indifferent to this stupid world you live in"

The farmer stared back at him, with an expressionless face.

"Get lost, you fool!", he shouted back and turned away.

The two fools walked on free and fair
Alone and filled with joy in solitary firmness
Their worlds collide and to enter them; they dare
Walked the two fools to their calm and happiness
They whistled and sang; their hearts so cool
No one cared for any lonely grinning fool
And hence is retold this foolish story
Of fools, about fools, must be by a fool