When we were kids, my brother spent summers at a friend's farm. He bought a calf (Gracie) and raised it to be slaughtered and sold. My dad wrote an article for the Sun about this circle of life, and for WEEKS afterwards, people would call us (old days, phone book, home phone) and shout "MURDERERS!!!!" Not too nice for a bunch of kids, who hadn't thought of it like that. And yes, we did eat Grace!