In a pet store; overlooking puddles of newborn animals. They’re huddling little piglets, pink fur with dark brown and black spots. They squirm and warm-up against each other. They start like red mice babies and grow into their crucial period where their short and soft fur is as dirty pink as their skin.
“The babies are used for fur. They line jackets, purses, and gloves.” I was horrified. The pet store was a ranch, a breeding ground for these animals to use their skins as fabric. “Not only are they useful in the creation of couture but they are a delicacy among the Chinese youth.”
Outside, on the street, I saw two young girls in school uniform walk by gnawing on the open neck of one of these piglets. The heads are removed, their necks soft, juicy and sweet. Like an ice cream cone but for winter.
“The babies are used for fur. They line jackets, purses, and gloves.” I was horrified. The pet store was a ranch, a breeding ground for these animals to use their skins as fabric. “Not only are they useful in the creation of couture but they are a delicacy among the Chinese youth.”
Outside, on the street, I saw two young girls in school uniform walk by gnawing on the open neck of one of these piglets. The heads are removed, their necks soft, juicy and sweet. Like an ice cream cone but for winter.
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