I confess. I made a pot roast yesterday. I'm a selfish, unthinking clod. Thoughtless. Cruel. What was I thinking?
I stumbled into the kitchen this morning, weary from a night of revelry, partying with the carnivores, to find Fred and Bessie like this. It broke my heart. It reminded me of Jill and Eustace in the giants' castle, in the kitchen, discovering the cookbook. And the recipe for Man. From The Silver Chair (Narnia)
I'm so sorry Bessie and Fred. Is there anything I can do? Anything? To make it up to you? Poor, poor bovines.
Until I write again ...