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