I used to be a farmer but with my illness I haven't worked for twenty years. This town used to have a good cattle fair - every 22nd of November - this was the leading fair. I was dreaming last night I was at this fair. I had four black cattle to sell and had white paint on the tip of their tails so I could identify them as mine. Somebody came up to me and I was talking to them and I didn't even think of the cattle as they were talking to me. So I looked round and I couldn't see my cattle. They were gone - lost - everyone else's cattle was there and nobody saw them. So I woke up looking for my cattle.
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