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Squirrel Hunks from Prison (new)










neither is it possible to live
as a privileged person within
the world of the very poor
without undergoing changes.

-David Hilfiker












Stockton Dupres went out to lunch with his new co-workers that day.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that he could simply
walk into any establishment and, by showing his citizen bracelet,
order anything on the menu at no charge.
Surely, this was a great society the squirrels had built!

Upon returning to the shelter, he was asked to help out
on the euthanasia ward. As battle hardened as he was,
the sight that awaited him was enough to halt him in his tracks.

The unwanted humans were rendered unconscious with chloroform.
And a lethal injection was given to the sleeping creatures.
The bodies were then hoisted onto a conveyer belt that
deposited them into an outdoor incinerator.

In his old world, this was business as usual at dog pounds
and animal shelters across the country.
Abandoned creatures that were put to death because
no one wanted them.
Animals that had once been part of a family.

But he immediately saw that there was a big difference here.
In this world, humans ended up at the shelter because
their squirrels had passed away, and there was no one left
to look after them.
In Dupres' old world, animals were discarded simply because
humans had tired of them, or moved to a different home,
or had a new baby or just didn't have time for their pet anymore.
And no matter how many millions of pets died in the shelters,
more kept being bred or allowed to have unwanted litters.
Perpetuating the horrors of euthanasia…the so-called good death.

He was not qualified to give injections but was asked to run
the conveyer belt. As the bodies passed by, he realized that he
would have to find a different job tomorrow.
As a soldier, he certainly had no qualms about killing the hunters
that were out to kill him.
But the production killing of perfectly good, innocent humans
simply because they were homeless . . . was so human.

His attention was diverted when a new group of people were
brought onto the ward for dispatching.
Janet Reno was among them and Dupres would have
to make a decision quickly.

Why was he even concerned? What did he care about a human?
Particularly one who had caused him so much grief?
But she had protected and cared for his insane self when
he had no one else to turn to.
She deserved some consideration for that.

He had another kennel hand set her aside for him to adopt later.

"I don't understand why you want this one," his coworker had said.
"It doesn't look like she could even keep a decent garden for you."

"I don't know," said the rebel squirrel.
"Maybe it's because she's so ugly…she's cute."

His coworker looked up at the towering Reno,
squinting at the pearls around her neck and shook his head.

Dupres went back to operating the conveyer belt.
If nothing else, he thought to himself, Reno will be a wealth
of knowledge to me in this strange land.
But there will be NO cuddling.

To be continued . . .


7 dogs and cats are born every day for each person born in the US.
Of those, only 1 in 5 puppies and kittens stay in their original home for his/her natural lifetime.
The remaining 4 are abandoned to the streets or end up at a shelter.
Source: The Humane Society of the United States





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