The Two-Headed Calf: A Tale of Difference, Wisdom, and Acceptance
The Two-Headed Calf In a quiet barn, where the hay lay thick, A calf was born, so strange and quick. Two heads it had, both proud and bright, Each one shining with its own light. The villagers came, they stared, they gawked, Whispers spread, and rumors walked. "This creature's cursed!" they all did say, "Born of darkness, led astray." But the farmer, old and wise, Looked at the calf with gentle eyes. He saw not a curse, but a gift untold, A creature of wonder, with a heart so bold. The calf grew strong, with two heads high, One head would gaze at the earth, one to the sky. It ate from the ground, but dreamed of the stars, As it walked through life, beneath the scars. The villagers, with hearts so small, Feared the calf and its strange call. They saw it as a sign of doom, A beast of trouble, a curse and gloom. But the calf, with its two bright eyes, Saw the world through different skies. One head saw the past, the other the new, A balanc...