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I find the reaction of the parents really astonishing. Shouldn't ******** be taught where all the food comes from?
When I was 6 years old, one afternoon, I went to the butcher that was down the street, it was a little village. He had the slaughterhouse right next door to his shop, and the gate was open, I had heard some interesting noises from there.
He and one of his workers were handling a pig, the helper had the pig in a tight grip, and then the butcher took some bolt shooting apparatus and knocked the pig on the forehead, it gave a squeal and dropped dead.
Then they put it in a tub of boiling water, skinned it, etc.
I did not feel bad or anything, it was really interesting and then I knew how that tasty food became processed.
Of course, I also went to a farmer with a classmate very often, it was his granddad, and we watched the cows, how they got milked, etc, and the fields with potoatoes and all.
Too many **** today seem to think, milk comes out of that bottle and chicken chips grow on trees or whatever.
What do you think?
Slaughtered at School
German **** Endure Hare-Raising Experience
By Frauke Lüpke-Narberhaus
It was a lesson designed to help teach ******** the realities of life: Teachers at a school in Schleswig-Holstein arranged for a rabbit to be slaughtered in front of the **** to give them an insight into how Stone Age people managed to live without a freezer. Ultimately, though, not even a student petition couldn't save the bunny from its grisly fate.
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I find the reaction of the parents really astonishing. Shouldn't ******** be taught where all the food comes from?
When I was 6 years old, one afternoon, I went to the butcher that was down the street, it was a little village. He had the slaughterhouse right next door to his shop, and the gate was open, I had heard some interesting noises from there.
He and one of his workers were handling a pig, the helper had the pig in a tight grip, and then the butcher took some bolt shooting apparatus and knocked the pig on the forehead, it gave a squeal and dropped dead.
Then they put it in a tub of boiling water, skinned it, etc.
I did not feel bad or anything, it was really interesting and then I knew how that tasty food became processed.
Of course, I also went to a farmer with a classmate very often, it was his granddad, and we watched the cows, how they got milked, etc, and the fields with potoatoes and all.
Too many **** today seem to think, milk comes out of that bottle and chicken chips grow on trees or whatever.
What do you think?