The wire: science fiction

The wire ran the length of the farm. She knew, because she'd walked it 100 times, pacing back and forth to see if perhaps some small burrowing animal might have dug a hole under it, or some heavy animal might have pushed through it, or some ferocious animal might have snapped the wire. She hoped, and hoped, and hoped, but always she maintained her hopeless vigil over the fence. At the beginning of every day, after being fed her bowl of grits, she would go out and walk along the fence, slowly, studying every inch for some chance of escape. If she was still here in five years, there was a little tree that she thought might grow tall enough to go over the fence. She wasn't sure if she could break the fence conditioning by concentrating really hard on just climbing the tree, not on going over the fence, but she would damn sure give it a try.


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/45588563@N06/7763997922/
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. Cloning, or forced labor--either way, nothing particularly new here.