Thought-creators in action:

During my vacation in Wisconsin I saw cows pasturing on green fields, turning their heads after me, as I walked or biked on the road nearby.  They seemed interested.

Then, at another farm, I saw calves chained in minuscule tents of whitish color, kept in the heat of the day, day after day, never be able to leave their prisons. A live veal, softened this way for your palate.


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