There I was, fat and happy with my second master and my new responsibilities. I watched the fold carefully and diligently except at siesta time, which I used to spend in the shade of some tree or bank, or a ravine or an orchard, next to one of the creeks that ran all through there. I didn't pass these hours of tranquility idly, either. I occupied my memory by remembering many things, especially the life my old master and everyone like him led in the slaughterhouse, always jumping at the peevish pleasures of their mistresses.
The narrator reflects on a time of contentment, feeling 'fat and happy' with his new responsibilities as he carefully observes the flock. During siesta, he enjoys peaceful moments in nature, finding shade by trees or creeks, which allows him to escape the rigors of his duties. This tranquility is not wasted; he engages in thoughtful reflection.
As he rests, he recalls the life of his previous master, who, unlike him, was caught up in the demands of others, constantly catering to their whims. This contrast highlights his current happiness and freedom compared to the life of servitude he once experienced.
