You head off to bed after making sure the child has gone to bed as well. Outside, you begin to hear strange noises. A wolf howls nearby, and someone bangs on the door. The children creep out of their rooms, and huddle on the floor of the hallway with their mother.

The youngest girl begins to wail, "Mommie, they're going to kill Bessie, I know it. Help her! Help her, please!"

"Better Bessie than one of us," the mother says, patting her back.

"But what about Bessie's baby? She's going to have it any day now! We need her to have a baby calf!"

"Shhhh- they'll hear you," the oldest says. "Maybe they'll only kill the rest of the chickens this time."

You stuff a pillow over your head and try to ignore the noise.

Unable to stand to hear their suffering any longer, you decide to help