CHAPTER 1
It would be a long time before Seymour would know if being born with a bigger and better brain, his mother’s words not his, was blessing or curse. But he knew the difference, learned it that first year, watching everyone else loll out in the grass until the summer heat sent them all looking for relief. They found it too, every afternoon, under the big maple tree with leaves that erased the sky, close to the cool water of the small pond that never ran dry, even closer to the road where the big cars raced by with little children in the rear laughing and pointing. A blessing was a good thing, a curse was not, and curses came without warning. The others loved to sleep, and eat, and sleep some more while Seymour’s head burned with the fever of curiosity. He watched, he listened, he learned, and before long he knew so much that his friends would laugh and laugh until they fell down asleep…..
SEYMOUR is a sentient calf who takes on the awesome responsibility of saving himself and the rest of the world. He’s looking for a publisher who understands that challenge.