“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”
This quote has become something of a cliche in the animal advocacy community. Still…truth is truth. And if it is true that we are always cultivating something via our moment-to-moment actions – both individually and collectively – then certainly our actions and attitudes toward animals will heavily influence what kind of shape we’re in as a nation.
So how does the enlightened society treat animals? Read on, friends, as I dedicate today’s Season in the Warrior Utopia preview to “Moo Moo,” one of the most dedicated animal warriors I have ever known. (It’s her birthday today!)
Excerpt from; A Season in the Warrior Utopia by Bobby Rock
Animal Guardians and the Art of Compassion
Day 35 – 10:42 PM (Guest Quarters)
Ever since Chang-Sun mentioned that there was a bona fide farm animal sanctuary here on the island, I was really intrigued to see what it was like. I’ve become quite familiar with the concept, having spent a lot of time volunteering at a sanctuary near LA. And, I’ve developed a pretty good understanding of the resident critters, the people who work there, and the myriad of issues associated with operating such a place.
But here in Zentauria, amidst a society that already gets it…how does it work? How might the enlightened public interact with these animals, and regard such a place? Is there an educational element to the sanctuary where kids are concerned? I was curious to know.
Shazza-Quo, which means “animal nirvana” in Zentaurian, is the name of this 49-acre paradise in the West Village. Spectacle had other business near the farm this morning, so he offered to give me a lift out there in his 1972 hydro-powered Malibu.
As he dropped me off by the front gate, it looked like one of my questions would already be answered. There was an orange and brown caterpillar-themed minibus parked in the front. I recognized this as one of the grade school buses. Perhaps there was a small field trip going on around here this morning.
“Say hello to Moo Moo and the gang for me,” Spectacle said, as he was about to pull away. “Especially Barry.”
“Who’s Barry?” I asked.
“Oh, you’ll see soon enough.”
He drove off and I took a wide-angle look at this old school farm. It was a vibrant expanse of low rolling hills, with thick trees staggered throughout open green pastures. I saw one small brick temple near the front of the property, and several more structures off in the distance, but was unable to discern which were barns and which were living quarters. There were a few Holstein steers nearby, munching on grass as their Oreo coats shined in the mid-morning sun. And I noticed a small group of caramel goats further down to the left, all huddled over a trough of alfalfa. Just as I stepped through the gate, an electric purple dune buggy came rolling up on me, fast and quiet. This had to be Moo Moo.
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