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The Reward For Greatness:

The sign at the fair said "See the largest Ox."
I had one dollar to spare. It was stuffed in my pocket, curled and ruined. Probably the result of some frivolous waste I had purchased earlier. I was led to the isolated back of the fair, down some hay littered ground to a small plastic tent being guarded by just some teen. You could hear the bustle and reflection of the fair but it seemed remote now as few were around. I forked over my dollar and carefully stepped into the tent before me.
You go inside this place, it is dark and you can hear deep and long breathing. It was tired. Then our eyes met in the dark. These black, black eyes with white halos fucking shimmering. Standing before me is this great beast. Confronted by this definitive greatness. Here is something inches from my face that could absolutely destroy me right where I stand. Crushed deep into the earth, sinking so deep and impaled. Right now with all I have to do, just me idiot boy and Ox.
& Awe.
The creature was obviously heavily sedated and emanated such a sadness, like some sort of fallen hero (Sleepy proud dragon is slain, gold treasure keeping failed, prince wins the hand of her.) I think he was just remembering and thinking. I was unsure what to do, so I did nothing (as usual.) I just watched him lower his head in dark, chew upon hay, great horns lowered. Now I think of you, where ever you may roam.
What kind of reward for greatness is this?