The baby cow was dragged down from the pick up. She hasn't realised why she was brought to this place. All she sees are smoke from a corner, blood from another, and men with knives.
The baby cow is just looking, a bit confused about the sudden attention towards her, yet she is calm.
I'm watching the baby cow.
I am at the abattoir...
Soon,
The baby cow will die.
I will be sad.
Only her meat can make me happy again.
