“You see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! the grain, which is also golden, will bring me back to the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…” … he’s always reminded me of a beautiful lion.