The ox was beautiful. Its wide, shiny eyes took in the world. It had the strength to do anything.
Every morning, the ox was harnessed to the cart.
It pulled.
The wheels turned.
At sunset, it stopped.
The next morning, it was harnessed again.
It pulled.
The wheels turned.
Years passed.
The road changed.
The loads changed.
The people holding the reins changed.
The wheels kept turning.
One day, the ox heard a loud metallic clang.
For the first time, it looked back.
So many tracks.
So much time.
Still moving.
But it had never left.