I was fighting because I was trained to do so…But I really didn’t’ have a reason to do it nor my opponent had one. We were just following our instincts, after all that’s what We Animals Do…I felt a knife wound and then another. Blood started running and sprinkling everywhere. I wanted just to lay down and cure my injuries but If I had done it, I would just have gotten more. So no matter the pain I was feeling I kept fighting and wounding my rival. There was a point in the fight where We had lost so much blood that We just couldn’t keep moving The owner of my life, took me…I felt relieved for a couple of minutes. He checked my wounds and started blowing on my head so I wouldn´t pass out. If he hadn’t done so, I would have fainted… Suddenly, they changed the knife attached to my leg for a bigger one and they put me on the floor again…They were expecting me to keep on fighting and to kill my opponent this time. …I couldn’t even keep my head up, It started falling as If I was about to sleep; and that would have meant that my opponent had won. The owner of my life took my head and put it resting on my back…Everything started to look blurry and suddenly I felt a knife opening one of the parts of my body that wasn’t bleeding….My opponent felt over me and died…I started feeling that my wounds were healing as my life was going away…TIE! I heard someone screaming….
A Rooster….
Ok I went to the fair again last night and that was what happened in the last rooster fight…I just don’t stand watching them and I don’t stand people betting on them and making money out of them either….
Last time I comment on this…Promise.
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