When we want to butcher an animal such as a lamb, I have heard we often put it in some kind of aparatus that squeezes it from all angles possible. I see it like a box, slowly and gently closing in on them from all sides. There is somehing about squeezing, or applying pressure, that calms an animal and gives it a sense of comfort, if it is done at the right speed, and the right pressure applied. This, to us, seems the most humane way to prepare it for what's to come, I suppose. The animal begins to feel supported, and that if they push out, from any direction, something firm and solid will hold them in their place, make them secure. And all along, this increased sense of comfort, albeit confinement, brings them the savoury prepleasure of the unknown darkness approaching. As the pressure is applied, the animal gives up control and begins to rely on the heaviness of the pressure to keep it in its place. Then, without knowledge or warning, it is quite easy for us to take the life and soul out of the animal, as it almost offers it up anyways. Not to mention, by the time the animal were to know what is happening, it is far to late to try to wiggle, or even scratch or crawl their way out. By then, the fight is already over.
The machine is so misleading, and this girl says, if you see it, or feel it, run for your life
for your life
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