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Once upon a time there were three cows; the dumb cow, the clever cow, and the wise cow. They all lived in a slaughterhouse where all they knew was pain, suffering, and fear, crammed into tiny living quarters of their own filth with barely enough room to move. One day, while out in the yard, these three cows found a pile of bones. Many of the bones were broken in two and sharp at the edge. The dumb cow said, "Today I'm going to do something about these problems we face!" before grabbing a piece of bone in his mouth and rushing off.
The dumb cow saw all the other cows around him, some he knew but most he didn't. There were cows of varying shapes, sizes, and colors. He looked at them and decided that they were the cause of his suffering. After all, they were taking up valuable space in his environment, and if they weren't there he'd be happy. So without another thought, the dumb cow rushed in and started ramming the broken bone into the throats of as many other cows as he could. The cows all screamed in pain as he killed them, but shortly afterwards he was subdued by the workers and killed
"What a dumb cow," said the clever cow, "He suffered in his environment, so he attacked the environment that hurt him. What he didn't realize was that it wasn't his environment that hurt him, but those humans that work here! Let me show you how it's done!" The clever cow grabbed a piece of bone in his mouth and went up and started attacking one of the workers. Another worker tried to help but he was stabbed, too. Both workers died from their injuries, but swiftly after the attack the clever cow was caught and killed, too, and two new workers came to replace the ones who died.
The wise cow sat in silence for a moment. He realized that the problem was much bigger than other cows, or even the workers. He realized that it was a problem of the system itself, and those who facilitated it; those who owned and operated the slaughterhouse at the top level, those who funded it, and the culture of those who believed that cows like him were nothing more than a profit margin. He looked down at the last piece of broken bone and thought of his daring escape, where he would sneak out into the night, find them all, and kill as many as he could before being caught -- and he would die a true hero of his people.
But just at that moment, one of the workers came and struck him over the head, knocking him unconscious before dragging him to the room where he was slaughtered.
The dumb cow saw all the other cows around him, some he knew but most he didn't. There were cows of varying shapes, sizes, and colors. He looked at them and decided that they were the cause of his suffering. After all, they were taking up valuable space in his environment, and if they weren't there he'd be happy. So without another thought, the dumb cow rushed in and started ramming the broken bone into the throats of as many other cows as he could. The cows all screamed in pain as he killed them, but shortly afterwards he was subdued by the workers and killed
"What a dumb cow," said the clever cow, "He suffered in his environment, so he attacked the environment that hurt him. What he didn't realize was that it wasn't his environment that hurt him, but those humans that work here! Let me show you how it's done!" The clever cow grabbed a piece of bone in his mouth and went up and started attacking one of the workers. Another worker tried to help but he was stabbed, too. Both workers died from their injuries, but swiftly after the attack the clever cow was caught and killed, too, and two new workers came to replace the ones who died.
The wise cow sat in silence for a moment. He realized that the problem was much bigger than other cows, or even the workers. He realized that it was a problem of the system itself, and those who facilitated it; those who owned and operated the slaughterhouse at the top level, those who funded it, and the culture of those who believed that cows like him were nothing more than a profit margin. He looked down at the last piece of broken bone and thought of his daring escape, where he would sneak out into the night, find them all, and kill as many as he could before being caught -- and he would die a true hero of his people.
But just at that moment, one of the workers came and struck him over the head, knocking him unconscious before dragging him to the room where he was slaughtered.
