The cows were taken inside slowly, finding themselves closer and closer to one another until they were harnessed by each others structure. Even though they had been taken out from under the beaming sun, their bodies still pulsed hot in the cramped room. At this, the cows started to get anxious and squirm, and soon the thought of the outside's beaming sun would seem like heaven. The sight of the old slaughter bench would help the animals understand the reason for their placement inside. Then the squirming would start to ignite into panic. Bleeding from their own fury, the cows jolted their thick humid bodies about, their eyes were wide and their heads thrown back. The cows knew that once their turn had come, like every other, they would lay down their last cry on the blood-soaked bench, and that simmering whisper before their lives fell blank would be so thick and sour that the next cow in line could taste it. They would gulp.
A young couple sits joyfully on a beach by moonlit waters. It is their honey moon and they are enjoying a hotels most expensive dinner. On the man's plate lay a lower strip of the rib cage of the twenty-seventh cow to be slaughtered at a local slaughterhouse five days earlier. It was medium-rare and smelt good with green peppers roasted by its side. The man took a bite and smiled at his new wife. She turned her head. His breath smelt sour from the day. This lifted her appetite.
-k
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