animal rights - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Polly listened to the verse but all the while her head was shaking left to right, not obviously, but simply a reflection of her inner rejection of the words. She wasn't like a stroppy child, simply not listening, she was analyzing them before ejecting them from her stony eyes. Later she sat under the spreading oak to wait for the bus, taking the temporary relief of the dappled shade before the stifling heat to come. Ben slid down the gnarled bark, falling a little quickly, his t-shirt pushed right up to his shoulder blades. He rubbed his grazed skin ruefully. "What's up, Pol Pol?"
"Go away, Ben."
"No, what's up? You've got a scowl that could take out Putin."
Polly fixed him in her glare and he countered it with a puppy dog look that never failed. "We have 'dominion' over the animals in the same way parents have 'dominion' over their children. We are supposed to be kind, loving, responsible... but what do we do? Exploit them for profit, build concentration camps for them to suffer in... then go to church on a Sunday? Bull. If they could understand what we really do to them we'd be the monsters of their nightmares."
Ben let out a low sigh. "Pol Pol..."
"Don't call me that, you're three months older!"
"Polly, they don't understand though, do they?" Polly drew her arms even tighter across her chest and turned her head away, fixing her eyes on the brow of the hill.
"They have emotions Ben, they feel pain and fear. Cows have best friends, they can be afraid and cry. Pigs are smarter than dogs. Sheep have the same intelligence level as a 'slow monkey.' I'm telling you now, Ben, if God's up there looking down he's gonna be pretty pissed at the way we treat other sentient species. This isn't 'survival of the fittest' anymore, we have choices."
"I know Pol Pol, but what are you going to do? Challenge the Rev to an arm wrestle and take the pulpit? Haven't you got a math exam to prep for? I know I do."
Polly dropped her eyes to the sparse yellowing grass..