Her name is Daisy, and she used to be a cow egg and a cow sperm. In a parallel universe where I ate meat, her sperm half was forcibly injected up her mother’s snatch, she was born, fed high fructose hormone rich corn slop to accelerate her growth, living in her own shit in a factory farm that was barely cleaned. She didn’t run once in her sad life, and one day she was improperly stunned by an overworked and traumatized slaughterhouse worker, before being butchered while fully conscious until the pain caused her death.
In this universe, Daisy was never born, because an accountant at the local grocery store decided to reduce the store’s order by a tiny fraction one month, and that was enough that the factory farm’s business manager decided to birth one less cow that year, to save money.
Her name is Daisy, and she used to be a cow egg and a cow sperm. In a parallel universe where I ate meat, her sperm half was forcibly injected up her mother’s snatch, she was born, fed high fructose hormone rich corn slop to accelerate her growth, living in her own shit in a factory farm that was barely cleaned. She didn’t run once in her sad life, and one day she was improperly stunned by an overworked and traumatized slaughterhouse worker, before being butchered while fully conscious until the pain caused her death.
In this universe, Daisy was never born, because an accountant at the local grocery store decided to reduce the store’s order by a tiny fraction one month, and that was enough that the factory farm’s business manager decided to birth one less cow that year, to save money.