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Fairytales #8

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In their permanent evening they dreamt of rolling in mud, straw to sleep in or even escape to the UK where they would be slaughtered younger and not have to be castrated without anaesthetic to stop boar taint seeping into their meat.

And so one fine day, their story ends when one of the little pig’s dreams come true at last and they arrive on UK soil for processing. And it seemed then that supermarkets here could label their meat as from the UK because it was processed here. So really what the fuck rulings were for, nobody quite knew.

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    Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago

    Brilliantly dark, Lisa. Love the mixed fairytale metaphors. This has hit hard though. Off to the farm soon to get some meat for the week. The farmer is the butcher. He'll tell me the truth about his bacon... and I will ask, now!

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    Lisa Williams almost 3 years ago

    Thank you - Hard one to research tbh Nev. Happy weekend X

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    Drew Martyn almost 3 years ago

    Lol, I love the ending! Superbly interleaved fairy and reality.
    As Neville said, this hits hard portraying the reality of commercialised farming, which worldwide is an unadvertised secret. One of the reasons I haven't eaten meat for years :)

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    Lisa Williams almost 3 years ago

    Thanks Drew! Admirable with the vegetarianism (am confirmed carnivore) X

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    Tim Jones almost 3 years ago

    I love these Fairytale Fridays (even though I didn't read it until Sunday)!

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    Lisa Williams almost 3 years ago

    Thanks Tim. I do usually enjoy writing them xx

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