But then, while we were eating, a couple of strapping youths emerged. Just metres away from us, they slit the cow’s throat, drained the blood, and dragged it off for dismembering. No one else batted an eyelid. If that’s not a life lesson in logic and reality, I don’t know what is. I think of it every time I buy meat at the supermarket. I bring it up each time someone voices the completely illogical and emotionally driven speech about how they can’t eat the poor little lambs (chooks are usually, apparently, fair game).
