WARNING, THIS STORY CONTAINS DISTURBING SCENES OF VIOLENCE, ABUSE AND DEATH.
There were once three sheep. Rammy sheep, Ewey sheep and Lamby sheep.
One day Rammy sheep’s owner decided he would like some lambs, so the big sheep farmers grabbed Rammy and held him tight whilst they jammed a probe up his anus and pushed the button to send a jolt of electricity through his prostate. Poor old Rammy could do nothing except ejaculate. His owner was very pleased and let poor traumatized Rammy go….for now.
Then the thrifty farmer’s men grabbed Ewey, turned her upside down and forced a syringe full of Rammy’s semen into her womb. Poor Ewey found this very distressing; she was only six months old. This wasn’t how she had imagined her first time at all!
Now, little Ewey would normally have her babies in the spring, so they have best chance to thrive on the fresh grass and warming weather. But clever old thrifty farmer found a way to fool her into having her babies in the winter, so he can get the best price at market.
Lamby is born on a freezing cold winter’s day, along with lots of other cold shivering babies. Lamby is such a lucky lamb not to die like many of the others. A few days after birth, Mr thrifty farmer grabs Lamby and puts a plastic band on his tail and gentiles, and a nice big tag is punched through his ear with his very own number on it. This hurts poor Lamby for many days, but after a while his manhood and tail drop off, and he is free to jump and play with the other lucky lambs.
After six months Lamby’s life is getting better, until Mr thrifty farmer rounds him and all his friends up, and puts them all into a big lorry. Poor Lamby and his friends shout for their mums, but no one listens and off they go to the market. The big lorry is very frightening as it roars down the road, all the lambs squeeze together. Then they reach the market which is a frightening place, full of sticks and loud voices.
After hours in the frightening market, it’s back on a lorry. Lamby and all his friends are now in shock and tired. They just want the safety familiarity of the fields and the company of their mums.
But when the lorry stops again there is no green field to greet Lamby and his friends, and no Mummy’s to comfort them, just the smell of death and the touch the electric probe that rips the life from Lamby in violent convulsions, ending his short sad life.
Some of Lamby’s friends are not so lucky, they are not killed with the shock so feel the cold steel of the knives on their necks and convulse with pain as their lives bleed away.
Some days later little James asks his Mummy,
“What are we having for lunch Mummy?” His mommy replies,
“How you would like some nice roast Lamby dear?”
ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTIONAL, BUT THE STORY REFLECTS THE LIVES OF BILLIONS OF SHEEP AND LAMBS USED TO FEED HUMANS EVERY YEAR
IF YOU WANT TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT THE FOOD YOU EAT THEN VISIT http://www.saawinternational.org/sheepandlambs.htm OR ANY OF THE ORGANISATIONS TRYING TO STOP THIS NEEDLESS CRUELTY.