“Look, the piglet and the sows,” said Amalia and Luis didn’t need to look, the pig farmer was also a friend of him and he knew the stable. But why shouldn’t he make a deal too, Franz?
“Farmer, give me a sow and the piglet,” said Amalia when she saw how badly the sow was doing in the crate. She loved to see that she was lying in a nest on the meadow and looking after the little ones.
“What do you want with that?” asked Franz, who didn’t yet know anything.
“I want to save them and give them a good life,” explained Amalia.
“You can easily say that they don’t do well with me, huh, woman?” Franz was angry.
“Yes, that’s it, and I want to save them,” said Amalia resolutely.
“Give it a rest, Franz, and let her talk,” said Luis, “That won’t hurt you.” And Franz understood.

“Do you think I separate from the pig I love as easily as I love my children?” asked Franz.
“What do you want?” Amalia simply replied.
“When I think about the fact that the sow would have many more piglets and that I care about her…”
“What’s her name?” Amalia interrupted him.
“Who?” asked the farmer, frowning.
“Oh dear,” said Amalia
“Since when did sows have a name?” said Franz, astonished.
“Your children have some too,” replied Amalia, annoyed.
“Yes, eh, well, yes, eh, well, Traude,” said Franz, who hurriedly mentioned the name of his dear wife because he couldn’t think of anything else so quickly.
“So, what do you want for her and the ten piglets?” Amalia repeated her question a little more precisely.
“Well, well, because you’ve grown so fond of it and then the future, let’s say, € 3,000, because you like them so much,” said Franz. And so, Amalia gave it to the third farmer € 3,000, which she happened to have with her, after all, you never know what will happen to you when you stroll along the corridors and through the forest.
“But that’s why you bring them home,” explained Amalia energetically, which the farmer Franz was also happy to do, because for the money he could buy a number of fresh sows instead of the worn-out ones that had always had poor whelping. Half an hour later they stopped at Amalia’s house. The chickens came into the chicken coop. Amalia happened to have one. The cow and the calf went into a former horse box, as did the sow with the babies, which Amalia also had. The farmers, Luis, Sepp and Franz, drove away satisfied and immediately ordered fresh chickens, dairy cows and sows.

“What a good work I have done, saved everyone,” said Amalia that evening with Bruno Broomstick, who was very surprised by her new acquisitions.
“What did you save them from?” he asked.
“Well, in front of the evil farmers who think they’re so bad, completely different from the ones on TV,” Amalia explained proudly, “They’ll have the best life and then we’ll enjoy them.”
“That sounds sensible,” said Bruno, who had been afraid that Amalia would just give him more salad to save the animals.
“Hello Amalia!” the neighbor spoke up, “Do you have any new animals?”
“Hello Coco!” said Amalia, “Yes, ten chickens, a calf, a cow, a sow and ten piglets.” And then Amalia told her neighbor Coco the whole story and didn’t hide what she had paid because she the rescuer said that this Coco, who was such a vegan and animal rights activist, would congratulate her. Strangely enough, that didn’t happen, quite the opposite.
“You saved them and paid the farmers a lot of money so that they could immediately close the gaps. Rescue means more will suffer. You are helping to make the system of exploitation, mistreatment and destruction run even better,” explained Coco.
“But I saved them and that’s why I’m a good person. You’re not saving anyone. If everyone is vegan, then there will be no more animals. You take their life before they even have it. That’s why what I do is better. Remember that. And I will like them,” she said and stalked away. She had to take care of her food and her animals.