…doing the impossible before breakfast: Mule gives birth (NPR).
They don’t know yet whether the foal is a mule, with 63 chromosomes, or a donkey, with 62. Or a chimera.
Maybe the little guy is the savior to the overworked beasts of burden, a virgin birth to a lowly pack mule. Born to lead to freedom all hooved mammals who labor without surcease and find their rewards to be, not retirement in green pastures, but a trip to the knackers. Orwell’s prefigurement made flesh, and Boxer the patron saint. “I will work harder.”
Goddess grant it, in our lifetimes, eh?
Relentless Inquiry 