The Ram is Awful

Date: 3/4/2020

There was a strange man living in our house. He lived in at the bottom of our stairs, through the door in the hallway, and through the secret door that looked like a fridge. We also had a ram living in our house, but he was sneaky and fast and the only way we could interact with him was through giving him treats. Once we gave him a treat, he would happily eat it and then run towards where the strange man lived. We were never fast enough to follow him and by the time we got to the strange man’s room, the ram would be gone and strange man there. We never saw the strange man and the ram at the same time. We suspected that they were one and the same, but the strange man would always deny it. Me and my mother had daily tasks we had to complete. If these tasks were not completed, the day would repeat itself. Once these tasks were completed, the ram would come and retrieve some object that he couldn’t have retrieved without us completing the tasks. Then he’d run back to the strange man’s room. The object was never anything important or something me or my mother needed. It just seemed to appear or be there when the lamb came to retrieve it. It could be a trumpet, a nice rock, a toy fire truck, or some other trinket. The ram would also bring benefits and good luck with it as well. At some point, my mother started questioning why we were doing this tasks for the ram instead of confronting the strange man, getting him to admit he was the ram, and then work out a deal that seemed more fair. The harder we tried to prove the strange man and the ram were the same, the more the sheep was antagonized. We stopped being nice to the sheep and stopped completing tasks. We tried to capture the sheep and bargain with him, telling him that we wouldn’t do what he wanted us to do unless the old man admitted he was the ram and explained himself instead of expecting us to blinding complete our tasks. The harder we fought the ram, the more misfortune was brought upon us. Damage was caused to our house, the floor might be slippery, and the strange man would point out chores in the house that we neglected, even though they hadn’t needed to be done until they were pointed out. He would tell us we hadn’t taken out the trash in weeks, to which we’d discover loads of trash bags piled in a room. He’d complain about dirty dishes to which we’d find every sink in the house filled with dirty dishes. But still we were stubborn and fought on against the strange man and ram. We thought he wasn’t fair and we deserved to know the truth. More dangerous misfortune occurred. The strange man would perform virtuous acts that would result in damages and extra work for me and my mother. Finally, one day I after a traumatic event. I decided that I should try to make peace with the ram and just show it love. I fed it a treat, which it hadn’t received in a while. I started feeding the ram treats and talking to him. I stopped challenging the the identity of the strange man and ram, instead doing my best to show them love. Through acts of kindness and no expectation for reciprocation, I started to mend the feud that had been started. I would begin to have visions of the past from the man and the ram. The visions would sometimes depict the same event multiple times with different variations. Regardless, each variation of the event would provide more insight into the actions of the man and ram. Finally, I learned to simply accept the man and ram. I stopped looking for definite answers. I stopped questioning them. I stopped trying to change them. I showed them love and patience. I was able to accept them both and obtain peace.