Toby’s soft brown eyes peered through the metal bars of his pen as the next round of cattle boarded the big truck. His heart sank, just as it did every time he watched them leave. The Truck was a painful reminder of his own inadequacy.
It’s not fair, he thought. I try to eat as much as everyone else. It’s not my fault I can’t put on weight.
Toby was often the butt of cow jokes around the farm. The other steers teased him for his small stature and played pranks on him. Rex had been the worst. His constant bullying had left Toby silently crying at night sometimes.
Each month, The Truck arrived and took only the very biggest steers. It was said that The Truck shuttled them to a special farm, a place called “Slawter” with fields of endless grass and ever-blue skies.
As Rex strode up the ramp into the truck, he hurled his final insult.
“You’ll never make it to Slawter, pipsqueak. You’ll stay her forever. Hahahaha!”
Toby sighed. Forgotten again.
Word Count: 175
[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words.]