The Challe Experiment

Challe (Sha-lay) is a small red Puffato, born to SlothLoverWorld and sons. He is male. He was created for a purpose, though. An experiment. I, SlothLoverWorld, will disown him and send this message through maramail to the new owner. The next owners job is to portal him, recostume him, train him, etc. They must keep him healthy and well fed. Then they to must disown him, or trade him. They then will send this message, via maramail, to the new owner, and tell that owner to pass it on, and goes on. It is today Monday, the sixteenth of March. On the 16th of April, exactly one month from the beginning of this experiment, the current owner must send him back to me, via pet exchange. Remember, if any one of you fails to pass this message to the new owner, my experiment will all be lost. You must only keep him 2 days each. If you get him, please send a maramail telling me so, and what change(s) you made. Thank you, friends. If you cannot change his appearance, a single stat will count. You cannot imagine what it means if you will follow out my orders. Thank you.
SlothLoverWorld

A Tale Of A Cow

Sunny was born on a ranch, not to far from the town, but a few miles. She was a heafer (a female cow) and she was all black with a swirl of white up the side of one ear.
Her mother was all black, and her father was a male dairy, hence the white on her ear. Anyway, she was born on a ranch, and like most other cows, was meant for the slaughterhouse. Her mother loved her, but her father was only a rented bull, so she never saw him. She loved her mother, too, but cows never stay together for long, for they are split up and sold like property, not like living, breathing, feeling creatures. Her owner, the farmer, was of course of no use to try to get her to stay on the farm. For starters, they don't speak the same language, as we all know. And second- to the farmer she was just another 1k, no different from the rest. He didn't want her to "taint his herd", with all his pedigree heafers, and then with the calves mixed who-knows-what fathers, how could they POSSIBLY fit in? They were nothing but a paycheck to him.

Anyway, cows stay with their mother for about 1 year, while they grow. Their mothers will cry out and run around, desperatly trying to find their young, if they get lost. And when its time to "work" the cows, oooohhh mama, not good. You have to secure the mother cows behind a metal fence while you give the crying babies their shots, clip their ears, tag, and "neuter" the males. Which are all done, may I might add, withought ANY painkillers. And thats just the start of it. They also get steroids, a medicine that makes them grow alot faster than usaul, so they can be more meat in less time.
All baby cows want to do is run around, play with their playmates, the other little baby cows, and snuggle their mothers. But sadly, none of this is made possible by farmers.
All of these things are soon to happen to our little Sunny, unfortunatly.

Well, the year passed very fast, it seemed, to everyone. All the babies were grown, and very heavy. In 2 weeks, sale would begin. Little Sunny didn't know it, but her mother did; Sunny would go along with the rest to the sale, and never see her beloved mother again.

The 2 weeks passed, and Sunnys' mother was trying very hard to hold back tears as the cow truck pulled into the pen. All the calves were seperated from their crying mothers, with the farmers all holding electric cattle prods. YAH! a farmer said, whipping a mother cow trying to get between her baby and the truck. The mother fell to her knees and was pushed out of the way. Her baby was loaded in to the truck, never to return.

Sunny was next in line. Her mother pushed up the hair on Sunnys neck and breathed warm, sweet air on her skin. I love you, she said. I love you too, mom!! Sunny cried as she was forced on to the truck. And without another word the truck drove away from the sobbing mothers and down the road to the sale barn.

The sale barn was filled with more metal bars, more scared cows, more yelling farmers, more trucks, and more men with prods. It was an unforgettable experience for a cow. A horrid one. The cows were going quick, and after 3 more cages it would be the babies turn.
Soon enough, the men with cattle prods cam down and yelled and hit until all of the claves were out. They were ran into a building with a sand floored cage and a bunch of interested looking humans. There was a man talking really fast, some little kids yelling, and some people in the cage making the cows run around.
after a while, they were taken out. They hadn't been bid on, and that means the slaughterhouse.
The farmer didn't want them back, and he also didn't care where they went. All he was concerned about was money.
The cows were once again loaded into a hot, steamy, smelly truck that was WELL overloaded.
They didn't drive long, though. The slaughterhouse was only about 2 blocks away. They were forced out and into seperate cages, away from the comfort of snuggling another cow. It was the middle of a work day, so they didn't have long to wait. The gate opened, and they all hearda sickening and frightened MOO!! as a calf was forced inside. They could all hear people talking and laughing, acting like they were just having a conversating over lunch, rather than causing terror, pain, and death to animals.
They heard a machine inside, doing something aweful, and then the door creaked open again. Another cow. Panic bagan to rise over Sunny, and all the other cows. I have to get out of here! she thought. She had always had strong back legs. She saw a loose, rusty looking spot on her cage and kicked. Nothing. She did it harder this time, and it bended outward. Another cow. She saw an adult bull, crying. She couldn't let this happen to these innocent animals. KICK!!! she screamed. Everybody looked at her, suprised, and then started to kick. The rusty spot gave way under Sunnys powerful force, and snapped. She jerked under it, the cut metal making her bleed. She ran to the bull, who was beside her. Watch out! he barked, as a bar in his cage started to break. he rammed it and it snapped, freeing him too. He ran at a worker with all his might and tackled the person, making them cry out. The force gave the person several broken bones, and he layed their helpless. The bull rammed other cages, and soon they were all free. He once again charged at a person trying to get a calf into the building. The calf broke free. They all ran, into a nearby feild, and ran around, screaming, happy to be free. But the slaughterhouse people came, running. The tried to get them back to that evil place. But the cows ran, ran hard, and went back home to the places they knew and loved. The cows were in the feild with their mothers when the farmer coame out. "What the..." he stared to say, but a smile broke over his face. He fed the cows, and then found out where the cows came from. He payed the slaughterhouse for the cows and the damages. The cows had a funeral for the 3 cows that died that faitfull day at the slaughterhouse. They weren't cows from their farm, but they were cows all the same.

Now, you're probably wondering why the farmer took it so nicely, that he had to pay all that and his cows were back and all. But he figured that, hey, if the cows were that determined, maybe they weren't just filthy animals. Maybe they weren't just a paycheck. Maybe they were family.

Written by Slothloverworld

You can put this in your blog, but please include who wrote it. Thank you. This is what really happens, everyday, but ALL the cows get killed. They aren't reunighted with their families. Nothing. They die. Its aweful, but true. Please, for the sake of animals, please go vegetarian.