A long time ago I started working young in the family businesses. My dad was a rouge vetrinarian who kept trying to get me to cut into the animals. It is where I learned my finely tuned negotiation skills.. capture, tie downs, wrapping, needles, stitching, shaves and baths and discard-OK. Cutting----NOT OK.
Never quite sure how I got out of that one. It went something like this, "Well, dad, if I screw up or if someone decides to walk back and see me-what will the govenment think. What will they do to you? I am just not comfortable with that. I am sure I will not do well. You know how clumsy I am." ect ect. I have a fine eye and then had a steady hand-but still. Spiritually I did not agree-thereby lying my way out.
I was also far too young to be talking that way...
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"I'm sorry Katya, my dear, but where we come from, your what's known as a pet; a not quite human novelty. It's why we brought you.... It's nothing to be ashamed of, my dear, but here you are and here you'll sit."