Imagine having lived that abobinable life of that chicken, get cut up, frozen, transported, bought and then at last, the person that paid for it all to happen just forget about you in the fridge until you rot and they just throw you in the garbage
Imagine you were raised surrounded by the dulcet sounds of gobbling, a proud snood and symmetrical caruncle outdone only by the most dynamic of wattles, strutting around with your fully eighteen-inch tail feathers signaling your prominence, only to be dishonored in death, described as a filthy clucker, a low-rent, bucket-dwelling, smooth-brained, Kentucky fried shitbird. You own Thanksgiving and Christmas, bitch, and these lemmings out here mistaking you for some foghorn leghorn bitch ass chicken.
For the chicken it is 😭
It’s fine, its world ended a long time ago
Imagine having lived that abobinable life of that chicken, get cut up, frozen, transported, bought and then at last, the person that paid for it all to happen just forget about you in the fridge until you rot and they just throw you in the garbage
If a serial killer locked me in a shed, force fed me, then eventually killed me, I don’t think them not eating my corpse would be my primary objection
Imagine you were raised surrounded by the dulcet sounds of gobbling, a proud snood and symmetrical caruncle outdone only by the most dynamic of wattles, strutting around with your fully eighteen-inch tail feathers signaling your prominence, only to be dishonored in death, described as a filthy clucker, a low-rent, bucket-dwelling, smooth-brained, Kentucky fried shitbird. You own Thanksgiving and Christmas, bitch, and these lemmings out here mistaking you for some foghorn leghorn bitch ass chicken.