Reflection of Action

Pozzo has stopped to talk to two strange men sitting by a tree in his field. I feel the weight of the luggage make my bones twinge with pain. The men introduce themselves as Vladimir and Estragon, and they are waiting for a man named Godot. I have never heard of this name before. Why would they be waiting for Godot here? I feel like these men are confused. In fact, they are the only ones I have ever seen roaming on my master's land. Pozzo argue with them, but then turns to me and demands his lunch. Chicken, as always. Exhaustion overcomes me and my eyes drift closed. I am at peace for a moment but am jerked away by the crack of Pozzo's whip. My only wish is to sleep. Sleep, I beg for in my mind. My mouth does not open, and I remain silent. The picnic basket has been empty and Pozzo eats with brows furrowed. I have failed to meet his expectations once again.