zoophilia (wasRe: Setting the record straight / How we kill what we eat

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--- In , " Nenah Sylver " <nenah@b...>

wrote:

> One theme is pretty clear, as has been discussed on this list

regarding many

> other topics: there are variations in how individuals respond.

>

> Best,

> Nenah

Yes, I think this is true. It's easy to observe individual

differences in pets (dogs and cats), but even hens can be different

from one another. Some are " bossier " and more aggressive, others are

more docile. But they all seem to have this death awareness: they

seem to " know " when their time has come, so to say. I don't know

about ducks and other kinds of fowl. But you make turkeys drink

spirits before slaughtering them, don't you?

" Zoophilia " – that is the name of the sexual perversion I couldn't

remember, rather than bestophilia. So, I had some experience of it.

No, please don't hurry into thinking that I ever had intercourse with

animals. No, I would never be able to. In fact, that is one of the

most bizarre things for me on earth, but it really happens, you know.

Some years ago, before I had met my present wife, I co-habited with

another woman for a few years. She had two kids. One was a boy by the

name of . A nice boy, though a little bit too taciturn, you know.

He was very fond of animals, all kinds, and he knew how to look after

them. He was about 15 when this happened.

One day I noticed that one of our hens was missing, just the biggest

one. I first thought that a hawk or an opossum had caught and eaten

her. But there was no sign of feathers, blood or whatever. I couldn't

understand what had happened. Three days later (I live on the side of

a hill) my neighbour uphill called me into her house. She was a widow

living by herself. From her yard she showed me the remnants of my hen

lying in the unused plot just behind our own yards. And finally told

me what she had witnessed three days before.

When I talked to him about it, first denied everything. So I was

forced to bring my neighbour and face to face for a

confrontation, though I hate doing these things. He didn't stand it

for very long, and finally admitted that he had killed the hen after

having penetrated her. Not knowing what to do with the body, he threw

it onto the plot, hoping it would never be found. He didn't know that

someone was looking on, and he also forgot about the foul smell to

come. I didn't think of a punishment because I was really very

confused. His mother, however, didn't find it too serious. She told

me that in the countryside that practice was very common, especially

among male teenagers. In most cases, it is only a temporary stage,

though some guys may take a liking to it. But I didn't know that it

also happened with small animals.

Maybe was just curious to have a try. Boys become excited very

easily, don't they? I don't think he did it a second time, but shame

on him: the news somehow spread and the other boys in the

neighbourhood called him the hen-raper for a few months on end.

Cheers,

José