I worked nights and Saturday mornings in a slaughterhouse in my midwestern hometown during my Senior year of high school. It was really miraculous how the cattle would walk into the building, lay down on the floor and turn into steaks, hamburger, roasts, and ribs. All we had to do was wrap the meat and load it onto railcars.
I could tell you the "rest of the story", but my post would probably be deleted and I would get a vacation from the forum.
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