For your reading pleasure, 5 more words from a friend.
Over a hilltop not far outside a small town, stands
a single-story, somewhat dingy, flat-roofed building.
It sits back off the road, separated from
the adjacent field of cows by an electric fence.
The occupants of this nondescript facility lack for
nothing; every essential for survival is provided.
Harriet Spenser has lived here her entire life.
She is comfortable and feels secure.
She has her daily routine and activities, but
has no contact with the world beyond the fence.
Other than a single encounter with a tenant, she
seldom socializes with the other tenants.
She enjoys her solitude, and is happiest when
laughing and playing outside with her young son.
While changing the child's diaper one morning,
Harriet noticed a cow looking through her window.
Assuming it had somehow escaped its enclosure,
she gave it no further thought.
The cow showed up each day for a week,
and then stopped appearing altogether.
Life went on as usual until one morning,
someone began pounding on her door.
EVERYONE OUT OF THE BUILDING!
EVACUATE THE BUILDING IMMEDIATELY!
She cracked the door just a little, and saw people
pushing their way down the narrow hallway.
Grabbing her child and holding him closely,
she merged with the surging crowd.
Squeezed together tightly, and moving as a
single mass, they obeyed the bull-horned command.
EVERYONE OUT OF THE BUILDING!
EVACUATE THE BUILDING IMMEDIATELY!
Finally they burst through to the outside,
dazed and gasping for air.
It was then the child was snatched roughly from
her arms as Harriet fell to the ground.
Pushed forward in the ensuing pandemonium, she
frantically screamed for her child.
She could not move. She could barely breathe.
The air was thick, hot, and smelled of fear.
Once everyone was herded into the truck, doors
bearing the word SLAUGHTERHOUSE were secured.
Just several yards away stood a solitary steer
Flanked on both sides by several cows.
The steer nodded at the cows, mooed and walked away.
The rest of the group shuffled along behind.
The truck rumbled noisily beneath the archway bearing
the sign Happy Valley Farms and was soon out of sight.
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