I found a dead cat in the hay. The head, hidden, seemed smaller than it should. Stiff limbs stuck out. Afraid to touch, I prodded with a pitchfork, considered if the insides were exposed. I didn't look. Instead, my aunt took shovel, scraped the corpse away. Two horses, swishing tails, nickered from the shade below. A diesel rumbled past. In the distance, echoes of a dog and children laughing.