16
Made in Our Image
Julius sat quietly in the great olive tree as Ezekiel and Dave perched in the branches above him. Under the canopy, stood Blaise with her calf Lizzy, and Beatrice with her gelding Stefon, along with other animals out of the noonday sun. They watched as the laborers, using heavy equipment, tractor, wrench, and hoist at the pond’s edge, worked to pull the dead Yorkshire boar from the pond.
“It was horrible, Julius. Mel and Boris badgered them until finally they broke and attacked Howard the way they did.”
“We’re not much different from humans, I suppose.”
“Yes, Julius, where were you?” Beatrice said.
“I’m not superman, Beatrice. I can only take so much of Mel before I have to take wing or lose my mind.”
“How convenient,” Beatrice said.
“Beatrice, please,” Blaise
