We visited relatives with the kids and she had a “pet” calf she named Norman. Stayed by the house with the green grass - kids got to ride him, etc. (All the other cattle were on the range).
A year or two later we visited. When we got there she had dinner almost all ready. While we were eating, my daughter was wondering where Norman was.
“You’re eating him!”
pause
My son “He’s delicious!”
Lol, that’s how it’s done! Ah...the memories.