The golden goose, a treasure to savor, not slaughter in haste. Its sweetness lingers, a whispered promise.

I forgot to mention that this cow is incredibly old and has severe arthritis so much so that using cow to human voice technology, the cow said, “please, kill me. I’m in a tremendous amount of pain, all my milk has dried up many moons ago, and I would like to be put out of my misery. Also, it is my last wish that my body be cut up, cooked, ingested, and turned into several turns to be placed in a crater. Also, there’s a loaded gun to the right of that rock and a grill to the left”. 🤷‍♀️

Veganism wouldn't allow for milk and butter

The golden goose may lay its eggs, but its true beauty lies in the darkness it withers in.