I woke earlier the next day than I had in a while. The sun was beating unmercifully down across the acres of farmland that stretched across the extent of Mr. Jones’ land. After a quick breakfast of a few crackers fed to me by Mrs. Jones I set to work, deciding it was better to finish up my morning rounds before noon came around and the heat got worse. On the farm, Mr. Jones had entrusted an undeniably important job to me, to watch over the other animals. I soared above their heads and watched their every move from above over the black feathers on my wings. If I saw even the slightest bit of suspicious activity between the animals, I had full permission to investigate. That’s exactly what happened this morning. By the time I started, the whole farm was awake and ready for the day’s work. I started at my usual spot, the hen house and continued on from there. But something was wrong with the animals. No, nothing was wrong, it was different. There was a buzz of electricity throughout the fields, a certain type of excitement that was almost palpable in their newfound motivation. But what was it? I could see it from the way the horses stood straighter and the pigs walked prouder. I was going to find out what in the world was causing every animal (except Benjamin the placid mule of course) on the farm to actually look like they had a purpose for once.