Animal Recyclers (standard:humor, 1433 words)
Author: Juggernaut	Added: Nov 03 2010	Views/Reads: 2763/2308	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A funny story on animal rendering business.

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cooked for several hours, and served as tripe, an expensive delicacy.” 
“Kids have no idea that our hooves are important in making jello 
powder,” said Moe looking at booth advertising colored jello products. 

“Do you know, your skin is deep fried, and sold as pork rinds in grocery
stores around the country?” informed Moe. 

“No, I don't.” “People leave nothing to waste. I know my hide is not
tough enough to make shoes or garments but never expected that it is 
deep fried to munch on it,” expressed Polly looking at her own skin. 

“My small gizzards were not spared either, people relish my gizzards
deep fried,” complained Fowler, the Rhode Island Red hen.  Fowler 
looked at the swarm of white leghorns walking up and down in the 
poultry section.  Fowler never particularly liked white leghorns.  
“They are too many flooding the market with cheap meat and eggs; we the 
browns may not taste different but at least we look different; how many 
brown eggs are sold in super markets?” asked Fowler tiptoeing on 
polished floor. 

The three friends then entered the meat industry arena. In the poultry
section, Fowler was amazed to see the wide variety of choices available 
to people to choose from. Chicken legs are sold as drum sticks. Thighs 
are sold as red meat and breast is sold as white meat. A contrast of 
colors within the bird itself.  She wondered what was left of a chicken 
as inedible - perhaps feathers, beak and feet? 

“To tell you the truth, I am glad these days we are put to sleep
painlessly by gas,” “I understand in old days either our necks were 
ringed, slashed or chopped and thrown into hot water to die slowly,” 
Fowler consoled herself loudly. 

“Well, we too are better off now,” said Moe and Polly. “Now a days we
are knocked off unconscious by electric shock before our necks are 
chopped off.”  “We were told that in old days we were killed in 
grotesque manner for our meat,” Polly and Moe left the meat arena in a 
hurry. 

When the three friends entered animal feed arena, they received free
samples to taste along with pamphlets. A pamphlet hand over to Fowler 
read as follows. 

High protein pure feather meal. No beaks or legs are included. Clean
Feathers are hydrolyzed and the pulp is dried to maintain its storage 
quality. Feed your chicken with high protein feather meal and reap the 
profits quick. Minimum Protein value of 70% guaranteed. 

Fowler was dumbfounded to learn that she was regularly fed on a meal
made from chicken feathers.  “As people pronounce at their cremation 
“dust to dust”, shall we have to declare “feathers to feathers,” asked 
herself. She threw away with disgust the feather meal sample handed to 
her by a crafty salesman. 

“Listen to this, Fowler, the meat and bone meal sample was made from
cooking our body parts in animal rendering factories across the 
country.”  “We are practically eating ourselves to death.” “The 
pamphlet says all our inedible parts are crushed, cooked and dried to 
make a fine high protein meal to feed cattle and hogs like us.” “Is it 
not something?”  “Shall we have to declare -meat to meat meal - at the 
time of our slaughter,” Polly and Moe were saddened to learn their fate 
after their death. 

“People were forcing us to be cannibals or shall we say annibals.” “They
are using us as Perfect Recyclers by feeding us with our own meat, 
bones and blood,” declared Moe and Polly, and feathers added Fowler. 
“We want to eat fodder and grain not our processed body parts”. “Our 
body parts shall be composted to spread on land to grow grains and 
fodder to feed us.” “Just like humans, we come from dust to return to 
dust – not from feathers to feathers or meat to meat meal or bone 
meal,” declared the sad animals. 

The three friends decided to speak out loud in their respective
communities on returning home to stop munching on feed made from their 
own body parts in the name of animal recycling. They marched out of the 
convention center shouting a slogan “we want to be fed with feed from 
land not from rendering plant.” 

On way back home, Fowler made up the following poem with the title “A
perfect Recycler” to share with fellow birds on returning home. 

A Perfect Recycler 

Oh feathers, my beautiful feathers, 

I didn't know you would end up as my feed. 

Feathers to feathers, what a perfect recycler I am. 

Moe and Polly together drafted the following poem with a title, “Dust to
Dust”. 

Dust to Dust Our guts and bones cooked into 

meat and bone meal, 

a good fertilizer, 

but not our daily ration. 

Guts to dirt, 

but not into our guts. 

Moe, Polly and Fowler decided to keep in touch to campaign against
recycling animal parts to produce animal feed and promote grain and 
fodder as animal feed. 


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