Slaughter House
by Carrie

This is one of the stories Mrs. Poole told us. "My father had the great idea how to grow our own food, so he got a few steers. I went to the slaughter house that was owned by one of the people that had been brought up on one of these farms. I saw one of the steers slaughtered, put in butcher paper, and put in our freezer. So I saw it from the beginning to the end," said Mrs. Poole.

These days a kid would be lucky to see a slaughter house. There are not many around any more. I would love to go to a slaughter house. But it wouldn't smell good, and it would be disgusting.