I have been accused of being strange, and yes, I am! But all of us have our very own little quirks, which makes each of us unique. My strangeness is just my eating habits. I’m right handed, but eat left-handed, one would think that this is no big deal, but the fact that I eat the “wrong” way offends some people on a personal level that one could not begin to understand.
My sister, whom I love dearly, has her very own set of quirks. For one, she has, what I lovingly call the Mr Bean-syndrome. She tries so hard, but always manages to fark something up fiercely. She also loves and feels compassion for all the planets animals. She cries with genuine grief when watching a nature program. When the lions hunt and kill the prey, she cries for the poor “victim” of the lions, but will then cry just as hard thinking that the lion cubs could have starved to death.
Her poor husband suffers the most under her compassion for all things furry and feathery. They have a cat, and as cats do, they hunt and play their prey to death. My sister understands this, but she doesn’t want to catch the cat in the act of playing with and/or eating their catch of the day.
One sunny day they come home and little Ms Ginger caught a dove. When my sister caught Ms Ginger red-handed at the scene of the crime, the dove was 95% dead already. With an almighty scream, that would have done a banshee proud, my sister grabbed the victim from the clutches of Ms Ginger and pleaded, with tears in her eyes, that my brother-in-law, must please save the dove. He took the dove, examined the 95% dead bird and very sombrely told my sister, there is no way of saving the dove. He later told me that the bird’s body felt like a bag of half congealed jelly in a feather pouch. It would be a mercy to kill the dove, but he’ll give the victim a decent burial. Meanwhile Ms Ginger’s giving my sister the stare of death from beneath the coffee table.
My poor overly sensitive sister tearfully agreed that it would be for the best. Just as my brother-in-law (and Ms Ginger in tow) starts to leave the house, the tears really started to flow and she proclaimed “but then you’ll be a murderer”. My brother-in-law turned around comforted my sister and told her that his soul can take the damage of a mercy killing of a dove.
When out of her sight, Ms Ginger got her food back, my brother-in-law smoked a cigarette, dirtied his hands a bit, sighed, and with a sombre and very sincere face, went into the home and told my sister it is done.
He must really love her, because they are still together, more happy than ever. And for those of you vegetarians wondering, my sister does eat meat, like all living creatures on our planet, she understands the cycle of life, she understands that some animals are there to feed other animals, and in the end all of us feed the earth.
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