Username: BiscuitTheDog
Buttermilk's Name/ Link: CarmieAnswer to Prompt:Carmie nearly dropped her drink when she heard the first question. Her mind flash-backed to some not-so-fun times in her life. She looked up to see the cream and white bull, Azai, looking at her with concerned teal eyes. She mumbled quickly, "S-sorry, Azai. I-it's just that I've never been asked that before, and I... d-don't really like to talk about it."
Azai appeared distraught at her response. Carmie frowned at him before muttering, "Oh, fine, I suppose I could tell you. It's quite a sensitive topic to me.
I grew up on a factory farm. The conditions there where horrendous, to say the least. The cows were crammed together, and while the calves could swoop under the herd's bellies, the adults could barely move a step without bumping into another cow.
We got fed, but the food was bland and tasteless. The water was dingy and did not taste nice.
Me and the other young heifers would often stick with our mums, just to be safe. The bull calves, however, rough-housed with eachother, zig-zagging between the adult's legs, but they were scolded often for it. Life on that factory was no fun, and every day the life drained out of the entire herd- not to mention the occasional death that made us fear for our lives even more.
Cows were mostly there to produce milk or provide meat (hence most of the deaths) for humans. It was terrible.
One day, however, we were all let outside. The day before a few humans holding clipboards and wearing masks had spoken quite angrily to the owner of the factory. It was then that we all perked our ears and held our breath.
It was a big relief to be let out. We breathed in fresh air and chewed fresh, dew-tipped grass. We chased strange insects around the grass that we'd never seen before. It was so much fun. The people wearing masks and holding clipboards still watched us with searching eyes.
Life went on. Me and my friends grew a year older. More cows, including my mother, had been slaughtered. We were still pent up, but only for a few days at a time. Then we were let out for a day or two into the field.
Me and my heifer friends had been eating in the field when large, rumbly
trucks drove up into the factory parking lot. It all happened quite fast. The herd was bustled into many of these trucks, five to be exact. Every single one-hundred-and-thirty cows of the herd were loaded onto the vehicles. Through the bars of the truck I saw the owner of the slightly less miserable factory yelling at the people with clipboards, who seemed to be attempting to reason with him. I didn't understand most, but I did hear something about "unsafe work conditions".
Anyways, we were in those trucks for a few days with minimal stops before we got to our supposed destination. We were unloaded into a place called "Hidden Stars Ranch".
I had just been tentatively walking around the field of that place when I realized that it was only my truck that had been unloaded. The other cows that had ridden with me were confused aswell, but the trucks had driven off already.
Oh! Also- I guess that's your answer to the second question, heh. I live on Hidden Stars ranch currently. It's a
great place. better than the factory ever was, even on good days. There's delicious food to eat here, and I even have my own private stable! It has a lovely yellow blanket that I love rolling on, and a trough filled with clear, if not a bit sweet, water. I even have my own personal comfort plush (a soft yellow armadillo plush!) for particularly scary days, like bad thunderstorms.
I couldn't be anymore happy to be here, really.
I just wish my mother were here."
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holy carp i just wrote my heart out didnt i-)
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