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A Day of Hunting

 

Rusty was an old man who’s favorite thing in the world was to hunt. He had a long beard and he was usually wearing a cap. He spent most nights at a bar named The Tavern drinking beer with his three lifelong friends Barry, Larry and Harry. Barry was a fat man with no hair left in his head or face except for a thick white moustache, Larry was a skinny bartender who worked at The Tavern and Harry was a superstitious redhead. One night they were all hanging out at the bar after Larry’s shift ended. Rusty started telling his friends that he was leaving early on the morning to go hunting. “I don’t even know why you go; you rarely hunt anything. It’s been what? Three years?” Asked Barry. “At least be sure to wear the same underwear, it’s good luck for hunters.” Said Harry. “Hunting is about patience, my friends. I’ll hunt something this time, you’ll see. I’m prepared to shoot whatever crosses my path” Rusty replied. “Any animal that crosses your path? “Asked Larry. “You must have compassion for at least one kind of animal.” Rusty laughed. “Oh Larry, I don’t think there is one. I would hunt anything, and if I don’t it’s because not all animals can be hunted. I mean, we are not allowed to hunt them all”. “Well, just watch out for white deer, it’s bad luck to hunt them.” Said Harry. Everyone rolled their eyes at him.

 

The next morning Rusty went to the woods, installed his camping tent and went walking with his rifle in his hand. After a long day of looking out for any animal he could find he decided to go back to his tent, light a fire and open a beer. It was a very quiet night; you could almost hear the silence. He was struggling to keep his eyes opened and suddenly he fell asleep. The next time he opened his eyes, there was a bear sitting at the other side of the fire. Rusty could feel his heart beating rapidly. He didn’t move, he just sat there looking at the bear. The bear just sat there calmly and seemed to be enjoying the fire. Then the bear stood up and started to smell everywhere, as if it was searching for something. All that Rusty could think about was that at least he was going to die doing what he loved. But suddenly, the bear did the unexpected. He grabbed two beers, left one near Rusty and returned to where he was sitting. Rusty couldn’t believe what was happening, but decided to go along. He opened the beer and they both started to drink by the fire. After a long time sitting there, Rusty decided to talk. “It’s a lovely night, isn’t it?” and the bear answered with a grunt.

After that, Rusty woke up. “Of course it was just a dream, I thought I was losing my mind” Rusty thought to himself and laughed out loud. He got up, had some breakfast, took his rifle and went hunting again. After a few hours of looking, there it was. He spotted a big brown bear not too far. He pointed his rifle at it, took a few breaths, put down the rifle and said out loud “Not you my friend, not you” and walked away.

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My lil bear.

          my lil bear          2015

 

 

that moment when you arrived

was the day i really cried

those were happy tears you see

cuz you are very special to me

you had all your fingers and toes

and such a cute little button nose

you were special right from the start

cuz i knew we would never part

you always were grams little girl

her love for you was out of this world

but my love for you is always there

when you came to be my lil bear !!!

         i love you lil bear.

 

 

                               zoeycup16

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem for my best friends daughter Kourtney lil bear is my nick name for her,we have a bond that started when she was born and will never end, she and i have had a rough life and she is only 14, i will always love her like my own I had a lot of fun writing this poem and i hope you like it.

                                                                                                                                                                     zoeycup16

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The jewel of the woods

 

 

It was one of those boring days in the summer, all of my friends went out on vacation while I was at home doing nothing but watching TV waiting for my parents to come back from work. They are always working, they rarely have a day off and when they do, they spend all day doing house cleaning. We never go out on vacation, except on Christmas when we visit my grandma in Nayarit.

The movie I was watching was over, I was very tired but I couldn’t take a nap now. My dad was getting off work early, and he asked me to go with him to the mall to buy something nice for my mom’s birthday tomorrow. He was terrible when it comes to buying presents. I thought of not going with him, I was going to bake her a cake anyway. But dad wanted to give her something special and he couldn’t do that on his own. So I made myself stay up and watched another movie.

They were passing this weird cartoon movie with a bear and a chameleon living in the forest. I’ve never watched or heard of it before. I’ve always liked cartoon shows, so I decided to give it a shot and watch it. The movie had already started, Bear and Chameleon were looking for something in the woods, I don’t know what, I had to keep watching. Then while I was watching, something weird happened. I felt Chameleon was staring straight at me. He turns and whispers something to Bear, and then both of them turn and stare at me. I got closer to the TV just to be curious, and when I got close enough to stick my nose in the screen they grabbed me! I was inside of the TV!

“What the heck? How did you do that?” I asked Bear and Chameleon.

“Hi, I’m Chameleon and this is my friend Bear, he can’t talk. What’s your name?”

“Ana…” I could already tell who was the little leader here and who was the tough and clumsy one.

“Ana? That’s a weird name! I’ve never heard it before. It’s pretty!”  

“Uh, thanks. I guess.” I was very confused. I didn’t know how it was possible I was talking to cartoons.

“Ana, you are a very pretty girl. Oh! And your hands are perfect!”

“Why am I here?” I interrupted.

“We need you to help us get the jewel of the golden tree before anybody. If we get it I can be the king of this woods.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have to go home.”

“No you can’t.”

“What do you mean? Sure I can.”

“Nope, you can’t do it yourself. If you want to go back you need to help us first.”

“Hmmm. O.K. but we need to hurry.”

“Sure! It won’t take long! We know exactly where it is, we just need your hands to get it.”

So we walked through the forest until we got to the Golden Tree. I was glad it was a short way. I just had to climb up the tree and get their precious treasure. I did it. I had the jewel on my hands. I gave it to Chameleon and said: “Here, I need to leave now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

“What? But we made a deal!”

“I’m sorry, but we need you here. You can live with us!”

I was getting angry, I didn’t like people lying to me and breaking their promises. So punched chameleon and he dropped the jewel. I took it as fast as I could, put it on my pocket, and started running. If they wanted the jewel they had to take me home.

“Stupid human! Bear! Let’s get her!”

I ran as fast as I could, but Bear was faster. I kept running. All of a sudden the floor disappeared and I was falling.

I got up with a headache and I realize it was all a dream. Then I remembered my dad. I went to the kitchen and saw him.

“Dad, why didn’t you wake me up? Did you buy mom a present?”

“No, Ana. I had to stay to work and fix some problems,” he said with sadness.

I was very sorry. Then I felt something on my pocket. It couldn’t be! It was the jewel from my dream!

“Dad, you don’t have to worry! I have already a present for mom. Look!”

He asked me how I got it. I told him it was my backup present. Dad was very happy and my mom loved it.

 
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Semantics Of Animal Torture, Zoo Haiku

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First Do No Harm

 

THE SEMANTICS OF ANIMAL TORTURE

 

 

Language is often used to deceive.


 

Nefarious semantics is designed to hide the truth, just as abbatoirs
and animal research labs are hidden. It is a cruel synecdoche to call
cows 'head of cattle" They're not just their heads. The terms 'fresh
meat' and 'fresh fish' are oxymorons No cadavers are ever fresh. The
phrase 'Loaded for bear' projects hunting slaughter onto the 95% who
don't hunt. 'Killing 2 birds with 1 stone' is linguistic violence
promotion. Using 'beef up' as a phrase

for strength is a lie. Vegetarian animals, elephants, gorillas, oxen etc
are much stronger than carnivores .'Field dressing' is a euphemism for
skinning a just slain mammal. They are not packing houses but murder
houses. Some 'health' departments are even calling them 'disassembly
plants'. Not hunter green but hunter red, for the blood they shed. Not
coonhounds.. no deity designed a dog to tear apart raccoons. Deer are
not 'harvested' but killed. 'To human' is not a synonym for homicide.
Why is 'to fish' a phrase for suffocating innocents. They're not
clamdiggers. They're pants. Why is the identical disease called leukosis
in chickens and leukemia in people though it is transmitted to humans
by eating them. Why did they change cowpox to smallpox? To obscure the
role of animal flesh in disease causation. Why is it dogfood but
livestock feed? Not kangaroo court. No kangaroos try their fellows with
intent to execute them. They're not cattle futures. Cattle have no
future. It is profiteers who benefit from their subdivided corpses. It's
not pork but a pig cadaver. Not gravy but blood mixed

with flour, though it turns human bodies into graves. No herd is
thinned. No flock is culled. Why call it jerky. They've stopped jerking
when sufficient blood is drained.They are victims of zooicidal human
chauvinists. What is termed meat is the muscles of victims of our
species. An animal is not an it. Animals are he or she

 
Zoo Haiku


When the Cleveland Zoo
sent 'excess' animals
to Texas for a canned hunt
it was not euthanasia
nor zoothanasia...
it was murder.

The San Diego Zoo
sent primates to UC Davis
for research which would
kill them

A lone tiger lying
on concrete as
human crowds gawk
at him gets up and paces
back and forth back and forth
for hours in his 8 ft by 8 ft cage.

A polar bear died of
the heat at the Bronx Zoo.
He could not remove the
fur coat which covered him
from head to toe.

A hippo choked to death on a
tennis ball thrown into
his yawning mouth at the Detroit Zoo

Kadir the elephant
drowned in Prague as the
Danube poured into
his concrete 15 x 15?
room
20 feet below
ground level.

A Gaza zoo was overrun
by Israeli tanks while the
animals were in their cages.
Gazelles and other animals
were killed or suffered
broken backs and necks.

An elephant trumpets
in lonely despair

A monkey was beaten
to death at the Boise Idaho
Zoo

At the Akron Ohio Zoo,
Easter bunnies and pet mice
brought to the zoo for sanctuary
by children
have been secretively fed to snakes.

Many zoos are secret breeding
centers as
vivisection supply houses
facilitating secret torture
of animals.

A Danish zoo killed the
'excess' lion cubs and
giraffes.

Dolphins deliberately killed
themselves, smashing their
heads against the small
tanks in which Navy research
teams trained them to
be explosives carriers etc.

Not all zoos protect the animals
from psychopathic children and adults
who seek to harm them with missiles
thrown at them, poison etc.

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Footnote:

Zoos are concentration camps in which animals die of loneliness, boredom,
starvation, thirst, violence from gawkers, freezing, banking etc

A canned hunt is a hunt in which animals are fenced in behind for instance a 9 foot chain link fence while men seeking to prove their masculinity shoot at mammals like sitting ducks or fish in a barrel, 2 similes based on the absolute inequity of the massacre.

Thank you to Dick Goddard of Ch 8 Cleveland for having reported on the canned hunt transaction.
The abcmouse website advertised frequently on PBS promotes the animal slavery of zoos.

I

SYDNEY, Australia (AP) "A 7-year-old boy broke into a popular Outback zoo, fed a string of animals to the resident crocodile and bashed several lizards to death with a rock, the zoo’s director said Friday. "(When children see millions of cows, sheep and kangaroos being murdered, are they taught any different in the Outback?)

II

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2013 ... act_lepore
Jill Lepore
re polar bear in the city zoo: “He had the smallest cage you ever saw,” she told me. “All night, he cried.”

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III

http://www.nairaland.com/1293956/man-ja ... s#15774137

An Idaho man who admitted zoo to breaking into a Boise zoo last year and killing a monkey was sentenced to seven years in prison on Thursday, court records show.

Michael W, in March pleaded guilty to attempted grand theft, a felony, and misdemeanor animal cruelty stemming from the break-in and beating death of the monkey at Zoo Boise in November.

IV Zoos: An Idea Whose Time Has Come and Gone
http://www.peta.org/issues/animals-in-e ... /zoos.aspx

July 8 2013

https://www.facebook.com/TheAnimalLoversArmy

June 2016 Orca kills herself rather than be confined
http://www.peta.org.uk/blog/orca-morgan ... oro-parque

Re: Zoo Haiku
No score for this post February 20 2018, 3:28 AM

When millions of civilians, adults and children, are burned or smashed by wartime bombing, the deaths of farm animals, pets and zoo animals, also casualties, receives little presshttp://www.revisionist.net/zoo-bombing.html

From revisionist.net
“The elephants gave spine-chilling screams. Their house was still standing but an explosive bomb of terrific force had landed behind it, lifted the dome of the house, turned it round, and put it back on again... The baby cow elephant was lying in the moat on her back with her legs helplessly reaching up toward the sky, suffering severe stomach injuries unable to move. The hippopotamuses were drowned when debris pinned them to the bottom of their water basin. In the ape house, a gibbon reached out to the trainer, only bloody stumps left of its arms. Nearly forty rhesus monkeys escaped to the trees but were dead by the next day from drinking water polluted by the incendiary chemicals. The next day, a U.S. aircraft pilot flew in low, firing at anything he could see was still alive...

bombing of Baghdad Zoo

 

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