George Bernard Shaw once said, “Animals are my friends and I don’t eat my friends”. I will tell you a short story that dates back to my childhood, to explain why I became a vegeterian, or at least when the seed was planted.
I Don’t Eat My Enemies
Back in my early childhood, when I was about 4 or 5, I visited the village of my grandfather for the first time. Numerous relatives and neighbours covered me with immense love and attention, as a copper basin would cover an unlucky Thrush bird by little children. Nevertheless, there was also sufficient freedom to enjoy the amazing world of nature in this patriarchal village.
It should be noted that in those days there was no radio, no TV or even electricity. Throughout the area (of about 10 – 15 villages), the only car belonged to my uncle. When a second one appeared, they both became so confounded that they collided.
Yes, those were the blissful times! Nevertheless, let’s return to my adventures and what is an adventure without peril ahead. Frogs, toads, snakes. Yet the greatest danger of all came in the form of an enormous ginger rooster. While we were both in an equal weight class, he always managed to drive me off his territory. I can’t say exactly what was behind his disaffection with me. Maybe he thought that I am a danger to his harem. After all, many larger Homo Sapience, like the fabled dragon, were said to periodically carry off with one or two of his entourage. Or maybe he just wanted to score some points with the hens, showing off how he can give one to his wingless counterpart. One way or another, one day he went into a rage and went too far … Fleeing, I fell. He jumped on me, pecked me in the nape and crowed triumphantly. Blood, screech, scream. I remember nothing more.
The next day, soup was served. Someone from the adults whispered to me, the soup was from that very rooster. Another tried to shoo him away. Yet in the end, the shock deemed to be useful, since the news that came later that there was no Santa Claus, I suffered with greater ease. Which leads me to my next thought: How can he exist, if we are not ready for him…
– Otari Kobalia