Penny

The trafficker brought Penny’s mother in mid-October.
She had a broken leg. And the heart.
He dragged her across the yard.

Amen.
Judgment.
Little ponies are not treated here, where she was caught in agricultural machinery. Their big, pain-filled eyes impress no one.
Everyone has it “somewhere”…

They took her off the gangplank.
The trader says and laughs that she was like a sack of potatoes. It stank because the leg was infected. She didn’t even fight. The hoof was twisted and limp. Only her eyes were getting bigger.

But you know that animals suffer in silence…

She lay there all night. And imagine that your leg didn’t heal until the morning…

In the morning they dragged her again. They threw it into a corner. The engine roared. Before the sun rose, there was silence in the yard. As if nothing had happened.

They even washed the corridor in the slaughterhouse after her.

Was.
There aren’t.
Everyone didn’t care…

Only he didn’t.
He stood and waited for her.
Staring at the barn door, he became motionless, pounding his hoof or stretching his neck, hoping that another centimeter and his mother would be there.

But it wasn’t.
Days passed and he stopped pounding his hoof. He only stretches his neck.
Because he’s still waiting.
After all, she is mom.

Was.

Because we always wait until the end and hope cannot be killed. Besides, they say she dies last. And I think it never dies.

They’ll get a penny too, you know?
This very night.
They will drag him to his mother.

He won’t be like a sack of potatoes.
He will pound his hooves and neigh wildly. He will fight and fight.

And they? They will laugh. After all, it’s just a few tall guys, a thick rope and a small, hysterical pony at the end.

When they pull him up the gangplank, he’ll probably make one last thud with his hoof and stretch out his pony neck. Because – and the knife – mom is standing somewhere.

Don’t tell him he’s not standing.
Don’t tell him that her horse’s squeal echoes in the slaughterhouse, but it’s just an echo.
Don’t tell him that those who will pull him up the gangway don’t care…

Because indifference kills.
Others.

And today she will come for him.
For Grosik.

And when he sticks his neck out for his mother, indifference will grab the rope and pull him along.

Show that you don’t “don’t care” about it!