Cow 13

Part 9 Epilogue

In spite of what she said, Cow 13 wasn't all that great a speller. I had to do a lot of editing to make the preceding material readable. But I hope her first-hand report of life as a property — first of Tony, then of Mrs Q — has proved interesting to you. We have translated these notes into Spanish and Arabic, but this original English version is the most authentic reflection of this particular cow's last thoughts. I am a bit disappointed that she didn't really give us an in depth look into her emotional state and the fear she must have felt as she awaited her inevitable death, but then, one should not expect too much from a semi-literate prostitute who only completed the eighth grade.

I find it surprising that she remained in denial about her fate for so long, given that I was entirely up front with her right from the beginning. Perhaps I should have told her prior to her second party that she was scheduled to be slaughtered and cooked. I didn't because I wanted her to enjoy the suspense of not knowing, of wondering when it would be her turn to die. She did get to watch the other cows being butchered first, but strangely, she failed to realize as she watched that it was deliberately staged as a preview of her own butchering. I'm afraid she missed out on most of the anticipatory excitement of knowing she was to die. Once she had been reduced to a head on a plate, she could no longer report her emotional state, of course, except by her eyes. Interestingly, most of her facial expressions registered anger rather than fear.

I did her the honor of seating myself at her table directly in front of her so I could dine on her as she watched. She didn't seem to appreciate it at first, in fact seemed downright churlish; but when I told her I did it to protect her from the uncouth morons who like to torture the living heads — grinding cigarette butts out on their eyes, that sort of thing — she settled down.

The chefs had set up a lovely presentation at each table, each living head surrounded on four sides by one of her legs, an arm and both breasts — all roasted to perfection. The rest of her meat was presented sliced and laid out in geometric patterns on beds of parsley and red peppers. I helped myself to one of Cow 13's delightful breasts, the skin and nipple wonderfully crunchy and the meat tender, sweet and succulent. I must admit, injecting mother's milk into them before harvesting really enhances their flavor.

In fact, I'm happy to report that every one of her cuts was absolutely delicious, just what one would expect of prime sixteen-year old girl meat. I offered her a taste of herself, but she declined. She looked rather horrified, I must say. No doubt it's because Tony made one of the cows eat her own meat in front of the others as part of her punishment. Cow 13 may have thought I was punishing her. I think I cheered her up, though, by reminding her that her leftovers would help nourish the more than two hundred girls Mrs Q keeps in her stables at all times, so none of her meat will go to waste, including the rib meat and organs we harvest later.

After dinner I paid her a salute by finding her right hand among the scraps (fortunately no one had chewed the crispy fingers) and kissing it gallantly in front of her. I also did her the favor of cutting her throat personally, rather than letting the cartel bozos kill her in more imaginative ways. She was a plucky little cow, I'll give her that. She didn't flinch. She was looking straight at me with those amazing blue eyes, her lower lip quivering only slightly as the blade sliced through her carotid arteries. A single, sweet little tear slid down her right cheek as her lights went out. It was really an inspiring sight.

UPDATE:

All four cows we slaughtered at the Bogota party at which Cow 13 was served were every bit as tasty as Tony had promised, so since then we have purchased dozens more from him. We have come to appreciate how well Tony prepares his cows and the quality of their meat. We especially appreciate the disabling of their voices to eliminate annoying complaints and noise during their stay at Mrs Q's and throughout their processing, no matter how frightening and painful it may be for them.

I am pleased to report that Mrs Q has just purchased thirty-four new girls from Tony for our extensive network of pleasure establishments. All of these new acquisitions are young, lovely and well trained. In addition, she has purchased twenty-two meat cows for upcoming snuff parties at our worldwide banquet facilities. All twenty-two are exceptionally pretty and well proportioned beauties. As always, they will be available for personal services at our Bogata pleasure house prior to shipment to the banquets. Please arrange with our desk manager or at any of our pleasure facilities for official invitations to any of the next round of banquets. Requests for participation in the slaughter of a particular cow will be honored for an extra fee, circumstances permitting.

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