A Slaughterhouse Escape

A tractor trailer with slats and moos pulls up at a city slaughterhouse. The driver pulls the wrong lever and two thousand pounds of trotting cattle go for an easy ramble down the street. Cop cars follow in no hurry. Police don’t have lassos and wouldn't know how to use them. The cattle stop for a snack in a park where homeless men and women often spend the day on benches talking until the cops decide to round them up. The homeless people eye the cattle and the cattle munch and eye the homeless. This is the last escape for the cattle but homeless people never know if tomorrow or the next day could be theirs. Donal Mahoney