I'm not a tame bull, I'm not a savage. I just love my wife. I was a calf when I met her. She was just as beautiful then as she is now. I can still remember talking to her in our farms school. We became friends. Friends turned into best friends, best friends turned into something more.

We married on her birthday, July 17th and lived a happy life.

Then.. The storm. She was carrying my child. I was busy helping our leader with some heavy lifting. Then the clouds, then the rain. So much rain. And then the thunder and lightning and wind as the heavens split open and judged our home farm. I can still hear the screams of my fellow animals. Their cries for help as the water silenced them.

But I would not be silenced. I would not let the water consume me. The thoughts of her. Of her and my child. They forced my head to breach. For my arms to resist the debris. I cried her name many times, I prayed for a sign. And then an impact, and blackness.

I woke up some time later. After the rains had stopped. I found my way home. God... It was all gone. My home. Our home. All the dreams. Gone. I cried. I wept. I couldn't help it. But something... Something still burned. A light in the darkness of my heart. She was alive. She had to be. I had to find her. I had to look upon her again, whether it be her corpse or her living flesh. I had to feel her lips against mine. One last time.

I searched for a while, I followed tracks in clandestine moves until I came upon the farm of Barnyard. What a paradise! If she was alive. I prayed she was here.

I found her with HIM. He held her hoof in his. My heart broke and then reassembled, glued together by a primal fury. I confronted them. He did not know who I was. But she did. She stared at me as if I was a spectre. She went up and touched my face, a curious and yet surprised touch. She burst into tears and hugged my chest. I cried too. I missed her.

I saw my son. My beautiful little boy. I held him in my arms. He had been born just a night prior. In our stall, Daisy told me everything. How Bessy and her had survived the flood by seeking high ground. How she thought me dead. How she had needed comfort and he had comforted her. I asked her if she was with him in a relationship. She looked away before answering "No."

We made love quietly while our young son slept.

Over the past weeks, HE grew in contempt for us. I saw it in his eyes. He looked at me as if I was a thief. His acts of passive aggression started small. But then escalated, he began to make passes at my wife. It discomforted her, and I slowly grew to hate him for it.

One night, he made a pass right in front of me. I lost control and I delivered a hard haymaker to his jaw. He screamed in pain and through bleeding mouth he ordered us banished from his farm. We didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to Bessy as he led me, my wife and my infant son out the barn doors and shut them behind us.

We lived on the land for four days. Eating grass, drinking river water. Keeping our young son bundled up to protect him from the elements. It was the lowest point in our marriage. We fought constantly about everything for those three days. I called her unfaithful. She called me a dumb brute. Words can hurt, especially mean ones said by the ones you love. Eventually, we found our love again through this struggle. On the sunset of the third day.