When Becky heard that she know it forebode little good for her future. She was then led onto a truck with all the other cows and bulls. A long and tyring ride started during which they little talked. Although they had soon realized that they could talk in a cattle fashion, they were all to anxious of what was to come.
Becky slepped little during the night. She had frightening fantasies of what was to become of her. She had visions of Porterhouse steaks on a plate, leather handbags and even leather car seats. Maybe she would soon be part of the convertible she had always wanted to buy. In fact, Becky had no idea how entirely she would be used. Not only her meat and hide were of interest, though they were of course the most valuable parts. Her bones would be made to gelantine for sweets and other uses. Her hoofs would be ground up to go into fertilizer. Her intestines would be used for pet food, partly as ground meat partly, such as her stomachs, they would be dried and given to dogs to chew on. For her meat Randy's steakhouse had an obvious use. But even the more obsucre parts such as her tongue would go into minced meat and sausage. Her hide would be judged according to quality and could end up as anything from boots to an office chair.
When morning arrived the truck drew up next to a large building. Above the entrance Becky read: