Safford, AZ – While many shouted victory in July as their children were picked early at the Choosing of the Flesh, others still mourn the loss of their loved ones to the Unchosen.
The annual Day of Choosing at the Campound (see link for this year’s story) is an exciting event for all to participate in – musical entertainment, singing and laughter in the fields, bread for everyone to share and the gorgeous wedding ceremony in the South Field. For Lonvidians, this is as good as it gets – watching our young breeding stock walk away at the end of the day in the hands of their new Master Men, imagining the night of joyous and sinless love that the couple will share with the entire Campound the next morning on the big screen over breakfast.
For today, weeks after the ceremony has ended, we look to the Unchosen – those unfortunate young ladies who aren’t chosen, remaining on the sidelines until their dismissal, banned from the grounds forever, watching from behind the Big Fence as their former friends and fellow Lonvidians enjoy their lives with their Same Race Appointed Spouse.
It’s true that the Unchosen are cared for – they are provided two pairs of shoes and assigned a box to sleep in outside of the perimeter of the Campound. In addition, many families on the grounds choose to throw all of their leftover food over the fence at night, and others often use the garden hose to spray them down when the heat of summer causes the Unchosen to emit a disagreeable odor. This, of course, not only provides them with a much needed bath, but also gives them fresh water to drink throughout the sweltering days of July and August.
This year, only two young ladies were banished from the Campound – a nice change from last year, where almost 11 girls were thrown over the fence amid shouts of anger from atheist protestors along the road. Yes, every year there are demonstrations against our actions – but one has to ask, if what we do is wrong – what is the better way? What is the solution to girls (some almost to the age of 14) who have no spouse to attend to? What should we do with ladies who aren’t seen as fit to take as a wife?
And still, our heart breaks each year as we are granted our one day to look the Unchosen in the eye, to see our former relatives and ex-friends sleeping on the grass and foraging like wild beasts of the field. Perhaps one day we can come up with a better solution for these unfortunate ladies – but until then, they shall be and always will be –