We met some people at a party a few days ago who were a lot like us. They have a little farm where they raise chickens and vegetables. They have one little girl. They told us about when they first got the chickens,
"We named them all, of course," said the woman. She was very pretty and sweet. I was thinking about how all the books say not to name them, because then they are pets and you can't kill them, but what she said next was, "And then, when we slaughtered them, we put their names on the freezer bags, so we knew which one we were eating when we cooked them up! We wanted to know."
I hope we run across those folks again sometime.