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Tuesday, March 18, 2008




Before I start typing a short story out, I want to say that : " I don't mean anything bad, the following story is just a way to express my thoughts and feelings . So keep it to yourselves if you have any comments . Thanks ! "


An Undiscovered Love

There was once a mother hen living peacefully in a peaceful and quiet environment near the borders of Mother's town. A happy hen who was blessed with three cute little chicks. Showered with unconditional love, the chicks grew up happily. The eldest chick, Albert, was an active and curious chick. Next is Brad, who was a quiet little chick who always daydreams. Lastly was Charlene, the youngest and liveliest of all.

In the morning, just after dawn, these three little chicks would run all over the place having fun chasing one another. In the afternoon, they would cuddle under their mother's wing and sleep. In the evening, they would use their bright voices and sing till they are tired and fell asleep.
A smile will always be visible on the mother hen's face. Just like a mother, she was always there to take care of her children no matter what happens.

Months passed, the chicks slowly began to question their mother. Albert asked : " Mum, why are we in this world ? " The mother hen would reply : " You're sent down to me from Heaven as a gift ." Charlene asked : " Mum, what will I be when I grow up ? Will I go to the city ? I would love to go to the city ! " The mother hen was shocked. " Don't ever go to the city, the city is living hell. You won't know what will happen there. Darling, don't go. " " Why, mum ? " " Sooner or later you'll know Charlene darling . "

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A few hundred kilometers away from the peaceful home of the chicks, was a busy chicken slaughterhouse. The pungent stench of blood, the hunting screeches of tortured animals, the slashing sound of sharp knives, could all be heard just a few metres away from the slaughterhouse.
A lorry arrived, twenty cages consisting of more than two hundred chickens were being transfered from the lorry to the slaughterhouse.

One by one, the chicken's feather were being pulled out and soaked in boiling water. With it's feather all plucked out and skin all burnt, the chickens are being hung upside down. Making blood rushing down to the brain. The chickens are suffocating. Next, they're being chopped and organs are being removed. After that, a second lorry will transfer all the " ready-for-sale " chickens to Mother's town, to a restaurant named " K.F.C " .

There, people are enjoying the tasty and delicious fried chicken. They did not notice, however, what processes and stages did the chickens go through to make them enjoy so much. A quiet sacrifice, a loved one being taken away.

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" Thud ! " " Thud ! " " Thud ! " " Bang ! "
The chicks were being awoken by the sound of a shotgun. On the floor laid their loving mother hen, with blood gushing out of her lower body. Suffocating, she uttered these few words " My children, I have no regrets now. I love you. " After that, her eyes shut and her exhaled a final breath of air. She was dead.

Albert, Brad and Charlene stood by a gigantic tree trunk and watched their dead mother. Tears flowed down their eyes, their hearts were pounding fast. Why ? Why is human doing this ? Why are they taking our mother ? The only questions that ran through their minds. What can they do ?

That night, Charlene finally understood the meaning and purpose of life. She understood why her mother don't want her to be in the city. It is because of cruel humans like us. We gained from someone else's sacrifice.

The mother hen is just like every mother on Earth. They would shower their children with unconditional love . However, animals' love towards their next generations are being taken away. There is a high demand of meat in this word. Why do people have to do this ? A mother hen's love is an undiscovered love in this "meat-demanding" world. She was taken away when her children needs her to be with them through their growing years. Are humans being selfish ? Or do we have a choice ?

A plate of chicken rice might cost you $2 to $3.00. But a mother's love is priceless.


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I was inspired to write this short story during Geography lesson. I feel bad to see the animals being slaughtered.
I want to ask those God believers a simple question : Is God that cruel ? Does making animal sacrifices make God happy ?
I will believe that God is not that cruel, God do not want to see any living organism in this world suffer. So why are we killing animals ?
I'm sorry to say that it's for our own selfish good.
It's to fulfill the hunger in us
It's to satisfy ourselves with what we like
Or rather, It's because I love to kill animals.

I don't know, it's up to you. I'm sorry for any bad English here. But whatever is written came from my heart. I feel that it is not fair. Far too much, I'd say.




Isn't it cute ?

But we're eating it. You are. . .
Would you want to see it suffer ? See the feathers being plucked off and boiled in hot water ???
It's up to you.



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