Bonte III was five years old. A cow at that age is at her prime. Prime is an accounting term. A dairy farm is a business and must be managed as such. From this perspective, Bonte III’s days were numbered. Numbered is not an empty word. She had been a good representative of her breed. A cow, after all, has no need to try to be a cow. Her life is that of a cow: a predetermined cycle that is easily reflected on a balance sheet. She eats. She drinks. She ruminates. She urinates. She defecates. All this has a cost. She ovulates. She bears a calf. She gives birth. She produces milk. All this brings money. […] Tit for tat. The only thing left to do for Bonte III was to call the butcher. The Fate of Bonte III is a story of love and loneliness with colourful characters, a reflection on life and the vital need to be useful to someone or to something.
