Stand Tall: Don't Ask Others to be small

This is my neighbor and friend. When I first met him, I called him “Fella.”            

Early in the morning or for a post-dinner stroll, I  would saunter down to his corral, ripping up the lighter, fresher grass on the outside of the fence for him, relishing in his nibbling lips and velvet nose in my palm.            

As nights continued, I started to pet his shoulder and admire his trembling muscles, noting their strength, stunned by his grandeur, inching closer and closer to him, pressing carefully around the barbed wire fence.  One day he rested his head, just for a moment on top of mine. The sheer magnificence of an animal’s allowance spiraled down my spine. After the grandness of his gesture, I excitedly turned towards him, and he sheepishly or stoically turned away.

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