Animal Activities #51

A male goat called Biru he was. Nothing special in his looks, that was. Its fur was white-brown, the horns were simple curved and his pace was sometimes precipitate. But to Mr Darma, his owner, Biru was a faithful companion with whom he spent quiet days in the fields.

Every morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Mr Darma brought Biru to the pasture at the forest's edge. As if he had a clear direction, Biru walked ahead, he stopped a few times to eat some of the best looking grass. He had a peculiar taste in food, almost as if he knew what was healthy for himself. Aware of this Mr Darma had more than once smiled at his antics, and now under the tree sat waiting for the time to pass.

One raining day, heavier than the others. A once little river he typically crossed while exiting, flooded its banks, the pasture leaving the trail home. Mr Darma was reluctant to cross, the sun was setting and the cold was getting under his skin. Biru, who was generally placid, suddenly bleated softly and slowly advanced to the riverbank. He examined the flow, sniffed the wind and picked out a shallow place. Slowly, he went on carefully, step for step until he was on the other side.

Mr Darma followed the Biru’s footsteps seeing this. It was cold and strong current to the water but together they crossed. From that moment on, Mr Darma knew that biru is more than the animal but a being with keenest instincts and serene bravery.

Seasons passed. Biru grew older, her steps no longer as swift as before. However, every time Mr. Darma sat in the fields, Biru always approached and lay beside him. Her presence brought a sense of peace, as if the quiet village had a gentle pulse of life.

When one morning Biru failed to wake up, Mr. Darma buried her under the tree where they often took shelter. He planted green grass over her, hoping it would flourish like the memory she left behind. From a simple goat, Mr. Darma learned about loyalty, serenity, and the wisdom born of nature. Biru may have gone, but her footsteps live on in the stories of that small village.

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