JUMPING DEATH

Nocturnal execution of thousands of kangaroos at the Bridport euro abbattoir. I have been awakened every morning at around 4.00 am by rough voices and revving engines and slamming doors. One morning last week I decided to investigate which unfortunate anmal was being delivered to its fate at such an ungodly hour. I leapt from my bed – actually I crawled groaning from my bed, but this was before the teeth, groin accidents, and went slowly down the stairs then I was in the street, directly next to live animal lorry.

I stared through the slats to be met by the quivering expression, brown eyes and long lashes of an animal staring back -its face terror struck! It was a young kangaroo. I quickly went to remonstrate with the driver to pont out that this was an abbattoir not a zoo! His reply – "Get lost you loser – you'll be eating joey next week, or wearing him as shoes," then he drove on, his lorry narrowly missing my feet, clad only in slippers and odour eaters!

I have observed this vile trade for some nights – even the local prostitutes and rug dealers seem to dissappear for a while when these lorries of jumping death appear, and the moon covers its face with clouds as though ashamed. I have to speak out – but how? Any hints much appreciated!

From mutleythedogs blog

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