Lucky was a Lamb: 100 Words
Lucky was a lamb. Well, it was the lamb’s name, before it was slaughtered. Lucky was bottle-fed, which, for those of you unaccustomed to life on a farm, means that Lucky was more like a pet than a commodity. He was affectionate and playful, adorable and spunky. But he was not lucky.
I ate Lucky. I was goaded into it, and that’s my deplorable excuse. I didn’t want to be perceived as the overly sensitive one; the mindful yet pretentious and judgmental vegetarian. So I ate just a very small bit of lamb that day.
And it was truly gross.
Now, because I’m a lowly WordPress.com user, I can’t use the code to list the blog hop participants, but please-please-please check out the original post at Velvet Verbosity. The participants are listed there, where you can add yourself to the list!
Hope you all had a fantastic Thanksgiving!