Accidental animal crueltyI once invented a brilliant game - I'd sit at the top of the stairs and throw cat biscuits to the bottom. My cat would eat them, then I'd shake the box, and he would run up the stairs for more biscuits. Then - of course - I'd throw a biscuit back down to the bottom. I kept this going for about half an hour, amused at my little game, and all was fine until the cat vomited. I felt absolutely dreadful.
Have you accidentally been cruel to an animal?
This question has been revived from way, way, way back on the b3ta messageboard when it was all fields round here.
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rob, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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Veggies Ain't Gonna Like This One.But when I was a nipper, I used to poach the estates of Lord Lambton back in County Durham. The method was ingenious and had been shown to me by older kids.
We used to go to the estate at dusk and scatter corn around where we knew the pheasants used to feed. Amongst the corn we place cones of paper, point side down, which contained some corn. The inside of the cone was liberally smeared with treacle. And then we'd slink off into the night.
Very early the next morning I'd cycle the few miles to my traps and spend a happy half an hour picking up pheasants, snapping thier necks, and stuffing them into an old duffle bag. Then it was off to the local butchers where I'd sell them for 10p each.
It's still a sight that makes me chuckle when I think back on it. 20 or so pheasants standing stock still in a field, all wearing cute little hats.
Cheers
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Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 2:01,
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That old adulterer!I thought that old cheater Roald Dahl made that up! I had no idea it would work. Were they milling around all confused or are they like chickens and stand there like dumbasses?
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They're Dumber ThanRocks.
They just stand there.
In the UK, they often think that they can win head-butting contests against cars. The roads are littered with the bloody things...
Edit: Well I never. I never knew that Dahl had writte a story about catching pheasants in essentially the same manner. He used raisens, we used corn.
Just goes to show that there's often a grain of truth in Old Wives Tales.
Cheers
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Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 6:05,
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