Guziczek

Guziczek is 5 months old.
His mother is already dead.

They killed her a few days ago.
She had an intestinal twist during the night.
Nobody treated. Obviously.

They locked the little one in a pig cage, pulled her out by force and dragged her through the mud onto the car. He stood and watched. The trader laughs that the mother neighed desperately for the foal, even though she could barely breathe from the pain.

I’ll stop this story now.
I’m looking at its ending right now – I’m standing there and cringing. It will be a few days before you see it…

I come back completely broken.
I tell Kasia about it.
Kasia, who has been answering all your calls for a long time now, with her baby in her arms.

And I ask if he can fight for this orphan for three days.

And you know what Kasia says to me?
First she swore. What am I thinking!?

When she finished, she asked if I knew why she had been with us for so long, and why, even now, when she was on maternity leave, she was firmly with us.

And I will tell you this story.

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“I was in first grade, and we had some kind of PE class. And we went to the pitch, you know, with the flat tire on the ground.
It was after the rain so there were a lot of frogs.
The older grade boys would take the frog, throw it as high as they could, and it would fall and shoot, you know!? And they had such fun.

And the teacher was sitting and drinking coffee.

So, in the first grade, I grabbed one of them by the hair and tapped him with a metal cup on the milk from the cafeteria and cut his eyebrow, and I did something else gently, but you know, don’t go crazy, I was in the 1st grade and they were in the 4th grade.

I caught a frog and ran away with it to school, but a group of these boys were chasing me, probably to f**k me up, so I locked myself in the toilet and said I wouldn’t leave until they were punished.

The director came and imagine that he didn’t tell me to go out, but to throw the frog that I had brought with me, so I said no, and if he forces me, I’ll jump out of the window and run home.

And they made such a scandal! They called my mother and she beat the crap out of me. But my grandfather came and made a fuss about it, that it was for a good cause, etc., and I was expelled from school in the first half of the year. Plus they made a mess of my papers and I was the one who owed them.

Ewa, but times were different.
That’s why I hate such schools and I fight for animals with you.

It was terrible with the frogs. Or a milk straw, you know what, they gave it to frogs at school and pumped it up, a tube was stuck in their ass and the frog became like a balloon and burst. And it was a private school.

These frogs are still stuck in my head to this day.

I won’t give up. I was little then and couldn’t do anything.

Today I am big.
So don’t ask, just give me this appeal and I will answer and call here and we will save this orphan.”

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So you know what I mean?
For not agreeing to such a world.
Kasiaa disagrees.
20 years later, in memory of those frogs, he can finally do something.
And he stands with us every day.
Today, above all. For this little Button.

Frogs. Horses. Dogs and cats. Goats, pigs, camels and foxes. Quite simply, it is a matter of great importance.

Forgive me for this long text. But the story Kaśka wrote shocked me very much and I copied her words point by point.

Today we are fighting for the baby.
The one from the pig cage.
About Button.
The button is getting weaker, it should still be with the mother.
The trader won’t wait until he dies. He wants to take him away on Wednesday.

We have 72 hours.
We have to give a deposit and leave the replacement milk. We have to buy the milk immediately (I left some a few days ago) and make the advance payment by Wednesday evening.

Please stand with us today.
You certainly had your “frogs” in your life and for them you fight for animals today. Through them.

Button will die without you.
Just like that.

They’ll take him in like he did his mother that January night.

Don’t agree to this world.
We are adults. They need to hear us.

Because they will hear…right?