Ordinary is such a subjective term. How can an ant comprehend the ordinary of an anteater?

If you leave enough details out, they may appear similar. They eat, they shit, they reproduce.

What if the differences, were more difficult to notice?

What if your predator lived like you, looked like you and thought themselves, the same as you?

Well, who cares. Wania doesn't, neither do his middle-eastern father and Russian mother, nor the goat. The goat cares the least.

Come along, they have a tale to tell. Somewhere far, in the cold, they lead a life, absolutely ordinary.

[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]