He was a kind man. He also had the sort of mule that other farmers envied. When both of them were put together, an inseparable bond formed.
The farmer would climb atop his prized mule, fix that saddle, and then ride off into the sunset with a smile on his face. The mule would laugh in a donkey sort of way, and then kick the farmer off of his back just for fun. As the farmer would land on his butt in mud or dirt, they both would sit around and laugh and laugh.
Sometimes, both the farmer and the mule would take shots at one another when the moon struck their fancy. Their laughter and smiles pierced the heavens.
Then, after their wondrous journey to nowhere, they’d return home exhausted and ready to slumber.
Often several times a week, the farmer and his mule would partake in such activity, only to return home and want to do it all over again the next morning.
The farmer would need to tend to his carrot collection, which is why they only rode into the night several days a week.
All was grand, until one day when the mule fell ill. The mule was bedridden for days and days. On the fourth day, the mule finally passed on.
The farmer fell into a bout of severe depression, one that would last for months.
After five months, the farmer straightened himself up and was determined to get over his longing for his best companion.
Although, as he tended to his carrots, he no longer felt that sense of pride that he once had. He no longer had any desire to tend to his carrots.
He packed his bags and set out for a new patch of land on the other side of town.
He walked for hours, and then for days, and then for weeks. Eventually, he came to a clearing and said to himself “this will be my new home.”
He built a house, built a cabbage patch rather than carrots, and then began anew.
Years passed, and the farmer grew older. He fell ill at the age of 60.
As he lay in bed, he thought about his faithful mule from so many years back. He thought about how wonderful it would be to be reunited with him.
As the farmer was on his last breath, one image flashed before his eyes: it was his mule, holding a saddle and beckoning the farmer to ride.
The two smiled and laughed and rode off into the sunset once again, like old times.
The farmer passed away that evening, smiling and laughing.