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Stanley and Beatrice grazed together as the sun came up around them. Bruce and Blaise grazed nearby. All four animals demonstrated voracious appetites to the dismay of those who had gathered around to see the live, mating-season show. Disheartened, they, the Muslims, Jews, and Christians alike, all went their separate ways, in different directions to their homes and locations.

“Well, hello, Beatrice, how do you do?”

“Hello, Blaise of Jersey, I do fine, thank you. So nice of you to ask, though.” Beatrice smiled, “And, how are you?”

“I’m well, thank you. I’m wonderfully well.”

“Yes, the sun has given you such a nice color.”

“Thank you for noticing,” Blaise said, and smiled at her friend. “Isn’t it a gloriously lovely day?”

“Yes, it is,” Beatrice said. “I couldn’t agree with you more, just wonderful today.”

As they walked off together, Blaise said, “Dear Beatrice, no one molests you, do they?” They laughed happily.

“Not even a saddle.”

“Not even Manly Stanley.”

“Well, unless I want him to. There is a difference,” Beatrice said and the two friends laughed. They knew there was grain to be had in the barn, and so it was off to the barn they headed.

“Hey,” Stanley said when he saw Bruce.

Bruce nodded. The two great males of the moshav, the shimmering black Belgian stallion, and the reddish-coated Simbrah bull, continued to graze in the main pasture in the morning sun together among the sheep and goats.