You start to chew on your steak. It’s amazing tasting. It overwhelms every single sense of your being. You chew more and more. Swallow. Savor. Chew.
Your horse starts mooing violently at you.
Because it’s not a horse. It’s a cow. And you’re chewing on its leg. You’ve left your noble cow with a massive wound in its leg. It lets out a moo that you know for a fact says, “Why did you do this to me?”
It shakes violently, trying to fend you off. It kicks your nose in the process, forcing that part of your face to puncture another part of your face. You bleed to death. All because you couldn’t just not eat your horse. I mean cow.
You choose to…
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