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[kurufinwe]

*after staring at the wall for what seemed like days, goes down around the back of the stables*

Norman?

[EDIT] I can't even seem to be a good father to a rehoused mechanical cow. :((

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[son_of_curufin]

*hovers into sight*

Father! :D

[kurufinwe]

*winces*

Don't call me that. Curufin, or Curvo is fine.

[son_of_curufin]

*deaf, apparently*

You've come to visit me, Father! :D

[kurufinwe]

*sits on the fence rail, looks at you for a moment*

What does that word mean to you, Norman? Father?

[son_of_curufin]

You are my progenitor. My creator. :D

[kurufinwe]

Do you have emotions, Norman?

[son_of_curufin]

I believe I do. Possibly a residual bovine trait.

[kurufinwe]

When you were a cow, do you remember your father? Your cow father?

[son_of_curufin]

Yes of course. He was the only bull in the pasture. It was hard to miss him.

[kurufinwe]

But did you have any kind of relationship with him?

[son_of_curufin]

No. We were told to stay far away from him for our own safety.

[kurufinwe]

In spite of that, did you love him?

[son_of_curufin]

Love? Hmm. I respected him. But he would have little to do with us calves.

[kurufinwe]

I see. How did you feel about that? Rejected?

[son_of_curufin]

Of course not. It was the way of the meadow. The dominant bull is only interested in procreating with the females. This is his mission in life.

[kurufinwe]

*blinks*

*thinks that's a pretty good mission*

Um. How do you feel about me?