I used to live in French Africa where a goat would be slaughtered for a bbq feast. Whenever the cook lead a goat into the compound, my dog would go into hiding for days on end. He knew what was going to happen.
I saw a goat kick and scream when led to slaughter. The animal knew what was about to happen. And that high pitch wail sounded like a child being tortured but the two men were just dragging it by the front legs. That goat knew.I used to live in French Africa where a goat would be slaughtered for a bbq feast. Whenever the cook lead a goat into the compound, my dog would go into hiding for days on end. He knew what was going to happen.
I worked at that store briefly when I was in high school. An older woman who lived down the street from my parents told me the building had been much the same in her mother’s youth in the 1890s When the adjoining building at the back was the schoolteacher’s house.
I worked at that store briefly when I was in high school. An older woman who lived down the street from my parents told me the building had been much the same in her mother’s youth in the 1890s When the adjoining building at the back was the schoolteacher’s house.
Marty