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Farmer Del looked out on his livestock with a profound
sadness. Yes, being a farmer meant that you accepted what life was for the livestock
and life was death. Life was about being alive to feed others. Rarely did he
even consider the sombreness of his trade. But today was different. He wondered
the fields with his staff and threw down the slop that they would eat. Fattening
them up for the slaughter.
Did they know their fate?
A couple of them looked up upon him with a wistful sadness
in their own eyes. Of course, they knew – Del thought.
But Del treated his stock with a kindness and consideration that
was rare these days amongst others. He knew other land keepers that simply
herded them into cramped cages and force fed them to the point of explosion and
then slit their throats and drained the blood out while they were still alive.
Farmer Del had a different approach to husbandry. He let
them roam free amongst the fields. He didn’t separate young from their mothers.
No, Del had respect for the cattle.
Del wondered across the field and into the slaughter house. There
was a fast action high speed killing machine with a nozzle that pumped out gas
charged death into the brains of the stock.
He watched them lined up and then heard the FFFFUUUPPPP
FFFUUUPPP FFFUUUPPP into their brains. The bodies collapsed on the floor and they
were taken into the draining station. Del felt a sadness today. An empty
sadness for the ‘cattle’.
Del went back into the house and grabbed himself a coffee.
His wife stood there gazing upon him and she could sense the melancholy with
which Del found himself drowning in.
“What is it dear?” Deborah asked.
“It’s all this killing. Is it really a necessary way to make
a dollar?” Del said to Deborah.
“What has got you in this frame of mind?” Deborah said.
“I had a dream again. I think that started it. One of them
escaped and scaled the fence with their youngens’ in tow. We caught it up to it
half a mile down the road and I just remember that vivid image of the sad
torment in their eyes.” Del said.
“Stupid.” Deborah said.
Del finished his coffee and walked back out to the fields.
He knew Deborah meant. These weren’t beings on the same plateau as him. One of
the stock ran up to the fence and Del ran towards it. It panted hard and
“Sir, my child is very sick. Too sick to run the laps around
the field that you asked. He just wants to rest today.” One of the pathetic
Del raised up his staff and clobbered it around the head.
“Get back to running the fields.” Del said.
Del’s wife approached with a fresh cup of blood.
“Looks like you could do with some dinner because sunrise. I
got the coffin nice and warm for us.” Deborah said.