THE GREAT GADFLY: Sudden Fiction Two
The mule understood its day had finally come. The mule did not know how to put this certain dread - this acknowledgment of impending mortality - into words. The mule did not know from words. The mule did not know from language, the way you know langage as you read this story. But the mule wanted to express its fear, its sadness, and its experience of an entire life flashing before its eyes. But the mule couldn't do these things. It didn't know how. This frustrated the mule, in a way that the mule had never before been frustrated. The mule finally issued a sound - kind of a "eee-roooh" - which satisfied the mule only as much as it was a noise he could successfully emit.
Then the mule died and the issue became eternally moot.
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