Although Alice knew that she was supposed to take the offering of fresh green grass, something kind of snapped inside within that moment. Leaving the grass, she found herself first sniffing the larger more succulent morsel. "This is wrong!" something screamed inside, but she ignored it. A small lick to taste, like a cone of ice cream (we shall not discuss that evil part of her past), and all of Alice's safety mechanisms crashed. Herbivore no more.
It was days before they eventually took her down, in a barnyard of... Udder... Devastation. |
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