Today my dad asked me to do something terrible. He told me that we're running low in meat and therefore asked me to take 2 cows and a pig to the slaughter house. I cried and told him that I didn't want them to die, but he explained that even if I didn't take them he would himself. So I went. And I cried. And they were killed. And I cried. And now my family will eat them. THE END
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If I could see the animal, I don't think I would want to eat them either. BUT, I have eaten some steaks out of your mom's kitchen, and I must admit, they were delicious. BUT, I wouldn't have wanted to see them & know that they were killed.
Your dad (and the rest of us meat eaters) have some DIRTY needs to eat meat. So sorry, Carmen. I know it's hard for you. :(
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