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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cheetah" data-source="post: 1919889" data-attributes="member: 52941"><p>When I was very young, we had a steer that would not get onto the truck to the slaughter house.  While my dad worked around the barn and yard, the steer would come up to him and put his head on his shoulder as if to look at what he was doing.  So when the steer refused to go onto the truck, My dad went in and started banging on the far end with a hammer and sure enough, the steer walked onto the truck to see what he was doing.  My dad said that was the hardest thing to do (to give up that steer).  We of course ate him (the steer not my dad) after that.</p></blockquote><p></p>