When I was only a little kid, my uncle had a mean old Bull that chased me out of the pasture.
The next time I came to visit, we ate him. (the bull, not my uncle).
Mom and Dad were worried what I'd think, me being only a tad. I didn't care, thought that the steak was delicious. And, it was an excellent lesson for me in how the food chain works. :-)
The next time I came to visit, we ate him. (the bull, not my uncle).
That reminds me of a story I had not thought about in decades. When my Dad was a little child, his job was feeding the chickens. One day a mean rooster attacked and chased my Dad crying from the hen yard. He told my grandmother. Guess who came to the house for dinner that night? Revenge is best served batter-fried.