Is it ever the day before your birthday and you say to your friends, “You know what I’d like to do to celebrate the big day this year? I’d like to go out and kill some lambs, man.”
Yeah, I didn’t think so. Unless you said, “Totally, PittGirl.” in which case please don’t come here anymore.
Whee! Look at the blood! Yay for us.
One of the teens turned eighteen the day before the slaughter.
I can’t tell you how scared I am by people that get a thrill out of slaughtering innocent animals. Seems to me that it is just one little hoppity skip away from getting a thrill out of killing people.
Of course, my mother tells me that last month when she was visiting my sister, my four-year-old nephew, who is really a sweet and good little boy, was sitting silently next to her on the porch swing when he turned to her and said, “Grammy, sometimes I just want to kill a bird.”
God, let’s hope he’s talking about pigeons. Otherwise, I’m keeping my eye on that kid.