One little boy lifted the silver bowl of chicken heads to receive its next occupant, and I snapped out of my time-traveling thoughts. I stood up and returned to Vita's house to find that the iPad had locked away its contents from the curious kids indoors. When I unlocked the iPad, I found the following paragraph, scribed by Samu:
Witnessing the termination of babe: Day 8
The size of this young animal called for the termination technique of the slow choke, the slicing of the neck, and the severing and tying off of the trachea. The whole process took three or four minutes, all the while I sighed, "There's got to be a better way." Staring into the open mouth and fully opened eyes of the swine, I imagined her entire body pulsing with adrenaline and terror, her meat turning acidic from the surge of chemicals, her mud-splattered life flashing before her eyes.
The boys said, "This is the way we kill the piglets."