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when i was doing a humanites poem project i did animal cruelty<br><br>
i came across some good poems<br><br>
here are the best poems<br><br>
there are alot of em !!<br><br>
they are sooo sad i was crying so much !<br><br><br><br>
this one isnt really a poem but i like it anyways<br><br><br><br>
PEACE ON EARTH - Author unknown<br><br>
A message from the desk of the truely puzzled and disheartened.<br><br><br><br>
Aren't humans amazing animals? They kill wildlife<br><br>
- birds, deer, bobcats, lynx, mountain lions, coyotes, beavers, skunks, foxes, kangaroos, and dingoes -<br><br>
by the millions, in order to protect their farm animals and their feed.<br><br><br><br>
Then they kill their farm animals by the billions and eat them.<br><br>
This in turn kills humans by the millions because eating all those<br><br>
animals leads to degenerative and fatal heart conditions like heart disease and cancer.<br><br><br><br>
Then, humans torture and kill millions more animals<br><br>
to look for cures for these diseases.<br><br><br><br>
Elsewhere, millions of other humans are being killed by hunger and malnutrition<br><br>
because the food they eat, which is rich in protein, calcium, and minerals,<br><br>
and is cheaper and easier to produce, is being used to fatten farm animals.<br><br><br><br>
Meanwhile, once a year, the same humans take the time to send out cards<br><br>
praying for "Peace on Earth".<br><br><br><br>
***<br><br>
this one is about a stray cat<br><br><br><br>
DIRTY OLD STRAY - Gina DeNofa<br><br><br><br>
There once was a kitten who used to have fun,<br><br>
but now is a cat that belongs to no one.<br><br><br><br>
She walks through alleyways, tripping people's feet,<br><br>
while searching for dropped hot dogs along the street.<br><br><br><br>
Her eyes once bright and green,<br><br>
are now quite dull, the color no longer to be seen.<br><br><br><br>
Her coat, once soft and full, now covered in dirt and ash,<br><br>
since her only meals are from unwanted trash.<br><br><br><br>
Still trusting and wishing, the cat runs to people, purring to employ,<br><br>
"Please take me home, I'll be a friend to your little boy!"<br><br><br><br>
But humans do not see the feline's words of love,<br><br>
so they yell and give her a shove.<br><br><br><br>
Men, women, and even children wrinkle their noses and say,<br><br>
"Who would want a dirty old stray!"<br><br><br><br>
No one wants her today, the cat's eyes are clear,<br><br>
so slowly she sulks back to the alley, her heart fills up with tears.<br><br><br><br>
She slips into a cardboard box, finds a rubber band and pretends to play,<br><br>
for you see my friends, small ones have no words and she has nothing to say.<br><br><br><br>
Winter arrives with chills in the air,<br><br>
so our little cat is forced back into her lair.<br><br><br><br>
Everything has frozen, no garbage to pick,<br><br>
so our little stray becomes quite sick.<br><br><br><br>
She's so tired and weak, no longer wishes to roam,<br><br>
maybe God will give her a loving home.<br><br><br><br>
So unwanted and forgotten, our little one curls up and quietly passes away...<br><br>
For you see my friends, who would want a dirty old stray?<br><br><br><br>
***<br><br>
A DOG SITS WAITING - Valerie Perkins<br><br><br><br>
A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.<br><br>
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.<br><br><br><br>
He's been there for days with nothing to do,<br><br>
But sit by the road, waiting for you.<br><br><br><br>
He can't understand why you left him that day.<br><br>
He thought you and he were stopping to play.<br><br><br><br>
He's sure you'll come back, that's why he stays.<br><br>
How long will he suffer, how many days?<br><br><br><br>
His legs are weak, his throat parched and dry.<br><br>
He's sick from hunger and falls with a sigh.<br><br><br><br>
He lays down his head and closes his eyes.<br><br>
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
 

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here are some more<br><br>
the first 2 are more like stories<br><br><br><br><br><br>
I AM FAMOUS NOW - Author unknown<br><br><br><br>
I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips...just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her.<br><br><br><br>
I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my three littermates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder, is famous the same as fun and good times? So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.<br><br><br><br>
My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My hearts says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs. I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I can get too close for touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway.<br><br><br><br>
Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm. Am I famous now? I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hold under the house nursing puppies.. they are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty. I now have eight. Two got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get some food.<br><br><br><br>
Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my puppies, they were crying and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it. Are my babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone.<br><br><br><br>
The place smelled of urine, fear, and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain, and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good.<br><br><br><br>
Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good!!! Then I felt tired and laid over the last one who cared. I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared.<br><br><br><br>
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HOW COULD YOU? - Jim Willis<br><br>
Posted with permission from the author.<br><br>
Copyright Jim Willis 2001, <a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a><br><br><br><br><br><br>
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad", you'd shake your finger at me and ask "how could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.<br><br><br><br>
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs". you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.<br><br><br><br>
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently; comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings and when you fell in love.<br><br><br><br>
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love".<br><br><br><br>
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.<br><br><br><br>
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog" and you resented everything expenditure on my behalf.<br><br><br><br>
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family" but there was a time when I was your only family.<br><br><br><br>
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her". They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understood the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with papers.<br><br><br><br>
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, and about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.<br><br><br><br>
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "how could you?"<br><br><br><br>
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anoyone who might save me.<br><br><br><br>
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.<br><br><br><br>
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a seperate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.<br><br><br><br>
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her eyes and murmurded "How could you?"<br><br><br><br>
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.<br><br><br><br>
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even more<br><br><br><br><br><br>
STUPID MUTT - Gina DeNofa<br><br><br><br>
A small boy is given a box from his parents,<br><br>
their mouths smiling wide for their son's reaction to see what's inside.<br><br><br><br>
The boy tears away the paper and holds the gift up,<br><br>
squirming and licking the boy's face, a small nine-week-old pup.<br><br><br><br>
To the parents dismay, the child did not laugh & made no sound<br><br>
"Everyone has a dog," he sighed as he dropped the puppy down.<br><br><br><br>
"I want that new video game that my friends don't have, King Tut.<br><br>
Now that's a Christmas gift, not a stupid mutt!"<br><br><br><br>
The temper tantrum wore off; the child played with his new toys under the tree,<br><br>
the puppy tugged at his pants, barking, "Come play with me!"<br><br><br><br>
The little pup was small with baby fluff, just enough to make the boy smile,<br><br>
but puppy hood was short & the bond was only for a little while.<br><br><br><br>
The child was in school, the parents at work, and the dog was always alone,<br><br>
he teethed on the dining room chairs, since there were no chew bones.<br><br><br><br>
He soiled in the house, no time to paper train,<br><br>
when the family came home, they yelled at the stains.<br><br><br><br>
"Stupid mutt, just a nuisance! Outside you go!" yelled the father,<br><br>
the scared dog whined, it wasn't his fault they didn't bother.<br><br><br><br>
For months the big dog howled in the small tight yard, his neck raw & strained,<br><br>
from wearing the tight choker attached to the heavy rusty chain.<br><br><br><br>
The bowl always out of reach, even with no food,<br><br>
since the boy only fed him when he was in the mood.<br><br><br><br>
The dog fell asleep on the dirt always after a cry,<br><br>
his ribs coming through, his coat & throat always dry.<br><br><br><br>
The dog would pace to & fro,<br><br>
whenever he greeted his family, there was a harsh "Stupid mutt, get down! No!"<br><br><br><br>
Tail wagging, he licked them over to show his love,<br><br>
but with cold hands they give the bewildered dog a shove.<br><br><br><br>
The neighbors complained about the family's yard, they could tell,<br><br>
the yard was not kept, they detested the "dog smell"<br><br><br><br>
Again it wasn't the dog's fault, but the poor pet was going to pay,<br><br>
being inconvenient for them, the family decided to throw him away.<br><br><br><br>
An animal shelter worker said on the phone as she swept with a broom,<br><br>
"I'm sorry we have too many animals, not enough room."<br><br><br><br>
She offered to put the dog on their waiting list,<br><br>
but the dog's owner hung up, shaking his fist.<br><br><br><br>
The father went in the yard, the peg attached to the chain was drawn,<br><br>
the dog stood staring at the man who yelled, "Stupid mutt, come on."<br><br><br><br>
The dog's heart was lifted, his heart ascend,<br><br>
the canine with happy whines barked, "I knew you would love me again!"<br><br><br><br>
The dog now by the man's side, panted gleefully in the car,<br><br>
unknowingly the mother & son shook their heads as the automobile drove a far.<br><br><br><br>
Five miles later the dog sniffed the air,<br><br>
strange scents, it wasn't familiar, the rest of his human pack was not there.<br><br><br><br>
Now senses departure, the dog pawed & whined at his owner, begging for a touch,<br><br>
"Please don't leave me here! I love you so much!"<br><br><br><br>
But the car didn't turn around,<br><br>
the car door opened, the dog pushed out onto the ground.<br><br><br><br>
The poor dog abandoned still loyal, rushed after the car without a chance,<br><br>
the man drove on without even a backward glance.<br><br><br><br>
The dog yelped & whined, lost on the highway,<br><br>
but his life was a short one as a forgotten stray.<br><br><br><br>
For a few hours later, the unwanted dog was struck,<br><br>
the dog lied still next to the killer who walked out of the truck.<br><br><br><br>
The trucker observed the small dent in his truck & flicked off a cigarette butt,<br><br>
he stared at the lifeless dog & just mumbled, "Stupid mutt."<br><br><br><br>
***<br><br><br><br>
TRAY'S POEM - Leslie Whalen<br><br><br><br>
One by one, they pass by my cage,<br><br>
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.<br><br>
Way past his time, he can't run and play.<br><br>
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.<br><br><br><br>
A little old man, arthritic and sore,<br><br>
It seems I am not wanted anymore.<br><br>
I once had a home, I once had a bed,<br><br>
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.<br><br>
Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.<br><br>
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?<br><br>
My family decided I didn't belong,<br><br>
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.<br><br><br><br>
Whatever excuse they made in their head,<br><br>
Can't justify how they left me for dead.<br><br>
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,<br><br>
The younger dogs get adopted away.<br><br><br><br>
When I had almost come to the end of my rope,<br><br>
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.<br><br>
You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,<br><br>
And felt I still had life beyond this cage.<br><br>
You took me home, gave me food and a bed,<br><br>
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.<br><br>
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,<br><br>
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.<br><br>
I may have lived most of my life with another,<br><br>
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.<br><br><br><br>
And I promise to return all the love I can give,<br><br>
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.<br><br><br><br>
I may be with you for a week, or for years,<br><br>
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.<br><br>
And when the times comes that God deems I must leave,<br><br>
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.<br><br><br><br>
And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,<br><br>
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.<br><br>
And I will brag to all who will hear,<br><br>
Of the person who made my last days so dear.<br><br><br><br>
***<br><br><br><br>
Will you still want me?<br><br><br><br>
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,<br><br>
all nicely sheltered in my safe, new bed,<br><br>
I'd like to open my baggage lest I forget,<br><br>
there is so much to carry - so much to regret.<br><br>
Hmmmm . . Yes, there it is, right on the top,<br><br>
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache, and Loss,<br><br>
And there by my perch hide Fear and Shame,<br><br>
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,<br><br>
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.<br><br>
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,<br><br>
but I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.<br><br>
Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack?<br><br>
Or will you just look at my things - and take me right back?<br><br>
Do you have the time to help me unpack?<br><br>
To put away my baggage, to never repack?<br><br>
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,<br><br>
But I do come with baggage - will you still want me?
 

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Is this heaven?<br><br>
An old man and his dog were walking along a<br><br>
country road, enjoying the<br><br>
scenery, when it suddenly occurred to the man<br><br>
that he was actually dead.<br><br>
He remembered dying, and that his dog too had<br><br>
been dead for many years.<br><br>
He wondered where the road would lead them, and<br><br>
continued onward.<br><br>
After a while, they came to a high, white stone<br><br>
wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of<br><br>
a long hill, it was broken by a tall, white arch that gleamed in the<br><br>
sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in<br><br>
the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the<br><br>
gate looked like pure gold.<br><br>
He was pleased that he had finally arrived at heaven, and the man and<br><br>
his dog walked toward the gate. As he got closer, he<br><br>
saw someone sitting at a beautifully carved desk off to one side.<br><br>
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, but is this heaven?"<br><br>
"Yes, it is, sir," the man answered. "Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked as he was very thirsty. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up. " The gatekeeper gestured to his rear, and the huge gate began to open. "I assume my friend can come in..." the man said, gesturing toward his dog. But the<br><br>
reply was "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.<br><br><br><br>
"The man thought about it, then thanked the gatekeeper, turned back<br><br>
toward the road, and continued in the direction he had<br><br>
been going. After another long walk, he reached the top of another long<br><br>
hill, and he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate. There was no fence, and it looked as if the gate had never been closed, as grass had grown up around it. As he approached the gate, he saw a man just inside,<br><br>
sitting in the shade of a tree in a rickety old chair, reading a book.<br><br><br><br>
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"<br><br>
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there," the man said, pointing to a<br><br>
place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate.<br><br>
"Come on in and make yourself at home."<br><br><br><br>
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "He's<br><br>
welcome too, and there's a bowl by the pump," he said.<br><br>
They walked through the gate and, sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a dipper hanging on it and a bowl next to it on the ground. The man filled the bowl for his dog, he then took a long drink himself. When both were satisfied, he and the dog walked back toward the man, who was sitting under the tree waiting for them, and asked, "What do you call this place?"<br><br><br><br><br><br>
"This is heaven," was the answer. "Well, that's<br><br>
confusing," the traveler said. "It certainly doesn't look like heaven,<br><br>
and there's another man downthe road who said that place was heaven." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?" "Yes, it was beautiful." "Nope. That's hell."<br><br><br><br>
"Doesn't it offend you for them to use the name of heaven like that?"<br><br>
"No. I can see how you might think so, but it actually saves us a<br><br>
lot of time. They screen out the people who are willing<br><br>
to leave their best friends behind."<br><br><br><br>
***<br><br><br><br><br><br>
Christmas<br><br>
by Guila Manchester<br><br>
From Animal Rights Online <a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a><br><br><br><br>
The lighted window shows the room<br><br>
so warm and softly glowing,<br><br>
The tree so tall with twinkling lights<br><br>
And all the presents showing.<br><br>
While just outside a starving cat<br><br>
Stands shivering in the cold,<br><br>
And down the street a stray dog limps,<br><br>
So tired and sick and old.<br><br><br><br>
The baby monkey in the lab<br><br>
Lets out a cry of fear.<br><br>
The thing he thought was mother<br><br>
Shot out quills when he drew near.<br><br>
The car speeds by, the puppy cries<br><br>
And drags her broken leg.<br><br>
The beaver in the leghold trap<br><br>
Lifts pain-filled eyes that beg.<br><br><br><br>
How can we speak of peace on earth<br><br>
And know these things are so,<br><br>
And say they don't concern us<br><br>
And we ought to let them go?<br><br>
How can we think we have the right<br><br>
To torture needlessly,<br><br>
When all the time we know so well<br><br>
It shouldn't have to be.<br><br><br><br>
Come join with us at Christmas time<br><br>
And pledge ourselves anew.<br><br>
They need our help so badly,<br><br>
There's so much that we can do.<br><br>
Don't turn your back upon their pain<br><br>
Because it's hard to see.<br><br>
They have no other place to turn,<br><br>
They've only you and me<br><br><br><br>
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Here's a Haiku I wrote after going to a bbque and just being disgusted the whole time...<br><br><br><br>
"Have some of my steak.<br><br>
Oh, come on! Don't you miss it?"<br><br>
"No, meat is murder!"<br><br><br><br>
"Well, pick out the pork<br><br>
and you will have some good beans.<br><br>
Beans are vegan, right?"
 

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<img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/bigcry.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":cry:"> (amazed at our stupidity as the human race)
 

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Sorry if this is somewhat off topic (not strictly a poem - a song lyric), but I have always liked these ironic anti-meat lyrics very much (they're by a pretty unknown English/Dutch band called the Legendary Pink Dots). They're not very sad though, more about turning the situation on its head:<br><br><br><br>
Mmmmmmmmmm...<br><br>
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Pig sucked on a cigarette and mucked the stable.<br><br>
Draped a cable<br><br>
'round the farmers neck<br><br>
and pulled and called the vet<br><br>
who galloped 'round. Pronounced him dead.<br><br><br><br>
They laid the table.<br><br>
Turned the spit and baby kitten chewed a finger,<br><br>
lingered on a leg<br><br>
and licked his paws.<br><br>
It's neat to be a carnivor!<br><br><br><br>
Passed the plate with farmer's head on.<br><br>
Sheepy shook a fist<br><br>
and said he looked like John the Baptist.<br><br>
Piggy did the twist<br><br>
said 'Try me - I'm salami'.<br><br>
Threw the garlic salt and waltzed<br><br>
across the floor.<br><br>
They stuck their forks in. They ate him raw.<br><br>
It's neat to be a carnivor!
 
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