I suppose I can show you what I've got for my story now too...
The Takers
In the dark twisted woods, mostly hidden from view,
Live the creatures that we call the takers, it’s true.
The takers all take, as their name would imply,
If they had half a chance they would take you and I.
They take babies from mums; they take brothers and sons,
They take daughters and sisters and put them in buns.
So the takers all took ‘til their bellies were fat,
Until one day, a young taker came and changed that.
The young taker was saddened by such selfish deeds,
So she asked adult takers just what was the need.
She walked up to a man who was chomping away,
And she said just what she’d always wanted to say.
“Excuse me?” The girl said, with a smile on her face,
“Do we need to kill creatures to put on our plates?”
“We’ve got plenty of food and we wouldn’t cause harm,”
“We don’t need to hurt fellow creatures like this one.”
“No no no!” He replied “You just don’t understand,”
“We’re the takers who take, and we take what we can.”
But the girl wasn’t fooled by the taker’s reply,
She would ask other people, she needed to try.
The next taker took creatures from far, faraway,
And kept them inside cages, alone and afraid.
“Excuse me?” Said the girl, standing under the stars,
“Why do we need to keep some of them behind bars?”
“We don’t need to do that. Can’t we leave them alone?”
“Why would we lock them up far away from their home?”
“No no no” He replied, “You just don’t understand”
“We’re the takers who take, and we take what we can.”
But the girl wasn’t fooled by the taker’s reply,
She would ask other people, she needed to try.
So she spoke to a woman, who used creatures’ skins,
As shoes, belts, coats, sofas and various things.
“Excuse me?” Said the girl, standing on tippy-toes,
“Why on Earth would we make living beings into clothes?”
“We’ve got hundreds of things we could use just as well,
I don’t think that it’s right to put creatures through
hell.”
“No no no!” She replied “You just don’t understand”
“We’re the takers who take and we take what we can”
But the girl wasn’t fooled by the taker’s reply.
She would ask yet more people, she needed to try.
Next she spoke to a man with a science-y mind,
He did tests on small creatures to help his own kind.
“Excuse me?” Said the girl, “This makes no sense to me…”
“It’s not right to deny creatures their liberty.”
“If we’re really so smart, we would find better ways.”
“To help takers and creatures without causing pain.”
“No no no!” He replied “You just don’t understand”
“We’re the takers who take and we take what we can”
“We’re the takers who take and we take what we can”
The girl still wasn’t fooled by these taker’s replies.
She would ask her own mother, she needed to try.
So as you can see, I've addressed some of the BIG areas of animal exploitation that occur. The final conversation she will have is with her mother, and rather than addressing a specific area of animal exploitation, I want it to address the idea as a whole. This will round off the story in a way that leaves no loopholes or excuses to be made. So after that final conversation, my initial idea is that she will be disillusioned and sad because nobody but her seems to care, only for one (or some) of the Takers to show up and agree with her. I'm not selling this concept well. In my head I can picture it and I've actually already got some ways of rhyming it floating about already but you'll have to wait.
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