Why I Am A Vegetarian

I was volunteering at the Santa Cruz SPCA and took care of a pot-bellied pig once. It came up to me, wagging its tail, and liked to be scratched behind the ears. Just like a dog. I haven’t eaten red meat since that day. I miss it but I can’t eat it, especially pork.
Now watch this — an elephant painting a self-portrait:

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