I am a male baby calf. To the milk industry, I am worthless. I don't make milk. I can't make milk. Why not just kill me for my meat?
But they're wrong, so wrong. If I am worthless to you, I should be freed. I should be released from the factories to explore the world, eat fresh cut grass, and not have to worry if tomorrow is my last day.
I'm only a baby, I never had the chance to really grow up and you're going to eat me?
Someone please save me.
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Born To Die
Ficción GeneralSome people don't understand my struggles. Some people don't think from my point of view, it's like they say, out of sight.. out of mind. You see, I'm like the turkey of Thanksgiving, I'm the meat on your plate. You see I'm a cow, I should be a frie...
