I had been driving humans to the slaughter house for the past decade. I had seen humans of all breeds and complexions - the fair ones with blue eyes, dark ones with round, black eyes, honey-coloured ones with hazel eyes, and every combination thereof. And I should probably not get started on the different types of hair the females had - black, blonde, hazel, honey, red, strawberry and so many more.
So as I was saying, I have been working as a delivery-goat for a slaughterhouse for the past ten years. And each day, I had to ride to a different barn or farm and collect the human for delivery. My job was simple, I just had to drive the human to be chopped into fresh meat.
So I do not know why this incident I am going to tell you about took place. As usual, I had to collect a human from Capra's Farm. It was nothing very special - blonde-haired with blue eyes. It was of a normal breed, nothing very costly either. But when I glanced into its eyes, a strange chill ran through me. I ignored the feeling for a while, but the human's whimpering noises brought it back to fore. I was actually feeling compassion for the creature. Of course there were vegetarians among us, but even they knew that eating other creatures was natural, it was part of the food chain.
After a while, the feeling grew very stronger, and I could not bear to look it in the face. That's when I made a decision. I directly took it home, and introduced it to my kids. They were overjoyed that we were going to have a pet at last. I gave it a whole room to itself as its cage. My kids insisted on feeding it good food, and from that day onward, it grew older as a part of our lives.
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