He died, as all things do. He got combusted, as all things do. He became part of the air, as all things do. He got absorbed by some flora, as all things do. He got eaten, and he’s a bull again…

As all things do, right?

After his sentience whirled around some abstract cycle, Triple-A now attempts to live peacefully, undergoing conversion and transformation as his mind exceeds that of simple herd behavior.

He went from wanting to let the grass grow under his feet to undergoing an existential crisis regarding life and death; he needed to squash this beef.