Another Point of View

                                                        Chapter 1

         I never forget.
         I’ve remembered everything in my life, even when I was born. It was a while back, a cold December night, the 18th of December, 2001. There was little snow on the ground, it had been raining a few weeks before. I was born inside of the Shelter, one of the three barns on the farm. The Cabin was the smallest, followed by the Shelter, then the Lodge. I remember it well, I never forget.
         My mothers name was Sammadoll, named after a plaything of one of the others. The others lived in a barn that was different, so it was called Othernest, but more on that later.
         I never got to know Sammadoll, I never heard her voice or saw her walk. She was regular-looking, had light brown fur and huge dark eyes.
         By now I bet you’re wondering who I am, or even what I am. Well, I’m not an other, but they are the one who bring us to the barns, and when the time comes, they are the ones who take us from the barns. It’s kind of funny, we trust them with our children, our food, our water and shelter, and yet they are the ones who take us away from all of that.
         But Sammadoll was taken by something else. Me.
         The second I was born Mylie said was the second my mother died. I didn’t cry. I didn’t understand, and when I did, I still didn’t cry. Rowan was my mother. She was white at the tip of her nose and black at the tip of her tail with all shades of brown in between.
         Mylie was her daughter, and we grew up like sisters.
         Was.
         And in case you were still wondering, we are farm animals. Not fowl or pigs, if you haven’t guessed already.
         Mylie was older by about a year, maybe more, maybe less. Unlike me, she did forget. A lot. She was the most forgetful of the three of us, Rowan, her and I. Rowan was the wisest, possibly the wisest of all of the Shelter.
         Again, was. In fact, she was taken away after only a few years of happiness.
         April 14th, 2003.
         That’s possibly why Mylie chose to feed alone in the years following. That’s possibly why Mylie was too depressed to mate.  That’s possibly why Mylie was taken away, like her mother, Rowan.
         That’s possibly why I’m all alone.