Sal and I are in a forest. We have been instructed to shoot a deer as part of our training programme. I concede that I do eat the occasional venison sausage so we should not baulk at the task. A fawn is trapped behind a wooden gate. I load my gun and shoot straight for the heart. Nothing happens. I try again - still nothing. By my third attempt I say, "No, I can't do this. We are just frightening this beautiful creature - we have no real need to kill it." We set it free vowing never to eat venison again.
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I bet the TV celebrity chefs would have managed it - the one that swears a lot, who killed the pig after his kids had made friends with it, and the posh one who cooks ladies' placenta. Hhmm... tasty.
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