Bonté III was five years old. A cow at that age is at her prime. Prime
is an accounting term. A dairy farm is a business and must be managed as
such. From this perspective, Bonté III's days were numbered. Numbered
is not an empty word. She had been a good representative of her breed. A
cow, after all, has no need to try to be a cow. Her life is that of a
cow: a predetermined cycle that is easily reflected on a balance sheet.
She eats. She drinks. She ruminates. She urinates. She defecates. All
this has a cost. She ovulates. She bears a calf. She gives birth. She
produces milk. All this brings money. [...] Tit for tat. The only
thing left to do for Bonté III was to call the butcher.
The Fate of Bonté III is a story of love and loneliness with colourful
characters, a reflection on life and the vital need to be useful to
someone or to something.