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Clete lived a life completely opposite of the one he lived in Aratistan.
He, Herbert, and another lived in a trailer park, beside a farm that they cared for daily. Much of the land was reserved for growing crops and for animals to roam free. Herbert managed most of the farm the farm, while two others helped out from time to time.
Clete lived in the trailer beside Herbert and another child named Gus, who was slightly older than Clete. Gus was 10 years old, and enjoyed roughhousing with Clete constantly. But Clete was the opposite. He spent most of his time outside, feeding most of the animals in the farm. He was more attracted to the nature that surrounded him.
One day, Gus unexpectedly ran into Clete, who then fell into a pit of mud. Clete cried and screamed for Herbert's name.
Herbert came running to see a muddy Clete and a laughing Gus. "Gus, scram! Go clean yourself up!" He scolded. Gus pouted and slowly walked back into the trailer. Clete looked up at Herbert, expecting to be helped. "Get up." Herbert said, sternly. Clete sat still in confusion. "You heard me, boy," Herbert said. "Get your diddly darn arse up." Clete slowly stood up, mud dripping down from his arms. "Boy, listen, I understand you're used to living an easy life, but around here, it's different. You better learn to get up and take care of yourself, because someday I won't be here to help you. Go clean up now." The six-year-old child slowly stepped out of the mud pit and went into the trailer to wash up. Herbert sighed, and returned back to his task.
There were many other trailers of families beyond the farm, where others lived and visited Herbert's trailer to meet Clete. They were all left in shock of the story of the child, in which Clete began to slowly loose memory of. It became a fable told among the people in his perspective. Many people of the trailer park honored his survival through a nickname that most addressed him by, known as 'Cleetus.' At first, he was skeptical about the name, but it eventually grew on him and he established the name as his own identity. Soon, everyone addressed him by the name, Cleetus, or Sir-Cleetus.
As time passed, Cleetus became more and more independent, and even helped Herbert manage the farm. He was a very hard worker, but despite his efforts, he continuously enjoyed feeding the animals by the end of his work. It was fascinating to watch as the cows chewed on the grass, the chickens pecked at the seeds, and the pigs vigorously chew at the apples. Each animal had it's own way of consumption, of taking what it desired.
3 years later on one day however, Cleetus passed by the farm of another trailer, where he saw a strange and majestic animal. It had a long white mane and tale, but it was mostly brown. It stood tall and elegant, towering over the fence. The animal looked down and caught a glimpse of awing Cleetus, then grunted. A man by the name of Bernard popped out of the trailer and walked towards the two. "Well, howdy Cleetus! I see you've spotted my mighty-fine horse," he said, going up to the horse and petting its neck. "She's one heck of a beauty, I call her Darla." Cleetus looked up at Bernard with an eager smile. "I want a horse!" He exclaimed. Bernard chuckled. "Oh-ho-ho, boy! You'd have to ask Herbert over there, I can't help you. But maybe when you're older, I'll let you ride her for a bit, now how about that?" Cleetus nodded eagerly. He couldn't wait to have a horse of his own. "Here," said Bernard, bringing the horse closer to Cleetus. "You can pet Darla for a while, then run along." Bernard picked up short Cleetus up to the horse's height to pet. He felt the soft fur and her long mane. Darla grunted in comfort. Eventually, Cleetus was put down.
