A n i m a l W r i t
e s
© sm
The official
ANIMAL RIGHTS ONLINE newsletter
Publisher ~ EnglandGal@aol.com Issue # 04/09/00
Editor ~ JJswans@aol.com
Journalists ~ PrkStRangr@aol.com
~ MRivera008@aol.com
~ SavingLife@aol.com
THE NINE ARTICLES IN THIS ISSUE ARE:
1
~ Chicken Rescue by Onionhed2@aol.com
2
~ Cat Commandments
3
~ Some Things Never Change: A Man and His Dog
4
~ Job Opportunity
5
~ A New Research Tool
6
~ MayDay For Mutts
7
~ Science From The Heart by Marc Bekoff - bekoffm@spot.Colorado.EDU
8
~ The Way He Stood by tapster@mindspring.com
9
~ Quote To Remember
*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`´`*:»«:*³¤³´`³¤³´`³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`
Chicken Rescue
by
Onionhed2@aol.com
It
being so close to Easter, I thought I would talk about the chickens at Farm
Sanctuary.
Since
I worked at the Education Center (People Barn), I didn't interact a lot with
the farm animals. The only time I really saw them during the week was when I
walked through the Farm to and from work (I made sure to go and visit them on
my days off, though!).
At
the beginning of my internship, it was warm and I slept with my bedroom windows
open. At night I would fall asleep to the farm geese and ducks squabbling in
their little huts. In the morning I would awaken to the roosters crowing to
each other. Contrary to popular belief, these guys don't just crow in the morning. They do it all day long!
Anyway!
Before coming to Farm Sanctuary, I'd never seen a live chicken up close before.
It was quite a thrill to hold one for the first time in my life. The first one
I ever held was a half-blind chicken named Ghost. One of the other interns (Saara, from New Zealand) was always
going on about her favorite "chickie," Ghost. Walking through the
farm on my way to lunch one afternoon, I ran into Saara. She was on her way to
see the chickens and invited me along because I hadn't met Ghost yet. We went
in with the chickens, and they immediately swarmed us, looking for food. I
can't really imitate their little voices in e-mail, but they sound something
like this, "buuuuuuuhhh.....buuuuuuuhhhhkk bk buuuuuuhhhh." Quiet and inquisitive. Most of the poor
birds had been debeaked, so when I crouched down to pet the brave ones, they
gently pecked my watch and hands with their mutilated beaks. We looked all over for Ghost, but couldn't
find her. She was off in the pigs' yard
somewhere. Alas, I had to return to Vegan House (where we interns stayed) for
lunch.
Maria,
one of the farm caretakers and my very good friend, always invited me to help
her close the farm up at night. It was always a hassle getting all the stubborn
rabbits into their hutch, and the geese and ducks into their little huts (try
herding them all out of the water -- one of them a very temperamental Canada
goose with a thing for human flesh, ha ha -- around the pond and into their
houses), but a lot of fun. So one night I was helping Maria close, and we went
in with the chickens. I saw one little bird huddled under the perches, and
Maria told me it was Ghost. At last! I went over to her and picked her up. Such
a sweet thing! I held and stroked her for a few minutes while Maria rounded
everyone up, and then we made a little bed for her by piling up some straw and
I set her down for the night. I got a
few pictures taken of her while I was there!
Another
memorable chicken experience happened one rainy afternoon while I was working
in the office. I was sitting in the "lobby" doing some bulk mailing
when this woman came in and told an office worker that there were chickens all
over the road by the Post Office in Tyrone (the town just down the road).
"Please
do something about them because the woman at the post office is telling
everyone to just run them over."
Maria was alerted and got ready to go and rescue them. The lovely office ladies were kind enough to
let me go with Maria on this "mission." I was terribly excited,
because this was just the thing I'd been hoping to do during my stay at Farm
Sanctuary. I threw on my coat and ran
out to the farm van with Maria. We drove like mad to Tyrone. It didn't take
long to find the birds. What looked like dirty white litter all along the side
of the road was actually dozens of the funniest looking chickens I'd ever laid
eyes on. Not that I've seen many chickens in my day, but I'd been under the
assumption that all chickens had yellow/orange beaks and feet, red "crowns"
and white or brown feathers. Not these chickens. Upon close inspection (as
close as I could get before they took off again), these chickens appeared to
have something that resembled fur rather than feathers. Dirty white
"fur" that stood up on their heads making them look like chicken
versions of Einstein or Beaker from The Muppet Show. Not only that, but (besides their eyes and fur/feathers) they
were blue. A very pretty blue, I might
add.
Anyway!
The chase was on! We chased those crazy little birds through the wet streets,
and muddy lawns. Chickens are very hard to catch. I was very timid about it at
first, but soon realized that they weren't going to let me scoop them up
gently, so I had to grab whatever I could and apologize later. It was very comical. Maria would catch a bird and hand it over to
me. I'd run back to the van, open the door and deposit the bird onto the
passenger seat. After we had caught maybe three of them, we noticed that they
were all running towards this yellow house.
I won't go into details, but the property was less than clean.
As
we stumbled around the yard, an old woman came out onto the porch and told us
to take the damn things, whatever we could catch, because she was sick of
chasing after them. Okay, now I didn't
feel so bad for prowling their property for uppity chickens. These poor birdies
were living in less than comfy conditions (a little shed with no real shelter
from the elements and no food). After
about 20 minutes, we'd caught about 18 chickens and a couple roosters. The woman told us to come back that night
and she'd have the rest rounded up so we could take them. Cold and dirty, we
walked back to the van.
As
we got to the van, we could see the chickens were very comfortable. A few on
the dashboard, a couple on the seats looking out the windows, the rest milling
around the back. After some rearranging, we got into the van and drove away.
All the chickens crammed between our two seats, muttering quietly to one
another. As I sat there inspecting my
muddy hands, dotted here and there with red welts where I'd been pecked (I
would sniff indignantly everytime I was pecked, "You go ahead and peck me.
Just see where I'm taking you, and you'll feel bad. Hmph."), I felt
something pushing at my arm. I looked down, and a small hen was confidently
climbing her way up her fellow birds and pushing her way under my arm. She crawled onto my lap and tucked herself
into my arms, and there she sat, eyes closed while I stroked her crazy little
head of "hair" with my finger, all the way back to the farm. I called
her Annie, and she was the first one I put into their new but temporary home
(the iso pen where they stayed until they could be released with the other
chickens).
Placing
the chickens into the iso pen required a bit of rearranging on some pigs' parts
(we had to move a new pig, Fenton, into a separate pen with the big pigs, and
put another new pig, Wilbur, into Fenton's old pen, so we could put the Tyrone
chickens into Wilbur's old pad. Make sense?..), but eventually everyone was
settled quite nicely.
Whenever
I worked in the office (which was everyday the last month I was there), I made
sure to say hi to my crazy chicken friends every chance I got. I usually worked
in the lobby, and the iso pens were in the "hospital" which you could
get to through the shelter kitchen, all located in the farm house that was the
office. I could hear the little Tyrone
roosters crowing all day. There was one little grey rooster who always tried so
hard to crow like the big guys, but could never quite make it.
"Cock-a-doodle-duuuuhhh...."
I named him McShane (after the policeman from the book A Tree Grows in
Brooklyn).
A
few months after returning home, I was watching a show on Animal Planet, and lo
and behold! This woman brings out one of the Tyrone chickens!! Of course it
wasn't one of THE Tyrone chickens, but it was the same breed. They're called
Silkies, apparently. What's most amazing is that everything inside of them is
black: bones, muscle, organs.
Oh,
we went back that night to round up more chickens (I'd say we got around 30 or
so total). We still hadn't gotten all of them, and when Maria went back the
next day to get the rest, they'd changed their minds and wouldn't let her have
anymore. At least we'd saved the majority from whatever fate awaited them at
that yellow house.
I
have plenty of pictures and video of my Silky friends, and I will never forget
little Annie, a very untame bird, who found it in her little chickie heart to
crawl into my lap and snuggle with me; both of us willing to forget, for the
moment, the horrible wrongs done to her kind by mine.
*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`´`*:»«:*³¤³´`³¤³´`
Cat Commandments
*
Thou shall not jump onto the keyboard when thy human is on the computer.
*
Thou shall not pull the phone cord out of the back of the modem.
*
Thou shall not unroll all of the toilet paper off the roll.
*
Thou shall not sit in front of the television or monitor as if thou art
transparent.
*
Thou shall not projectile hair balls from the top of the refrigerator.
*
Thou shall not walk in on a dinner party and commence licking thy butt.
*
Thou shall not lie down with thy butt in thy human's face.
*
Thou shall not leap from great heights onto thy human's genital region.
*
Fast as thou art, thou cannot run through closed doors.
*
Thou shall not reset thy human's alarm clock by walking on it.
*
Thou shall not climb on the garbage can with the hinged lid, as thee will fall
in and trap thyself.
*
Thou shall not jump onto the toilet seat just as thy human is sitting down.
*
Thou shall not jump onto thy sleeping human's bladder at 4 a.m.
*
Thou shall realize that the house is not a prison from which to escape at any
opportunity.
*
Thou shall not trip thy humans even if they are walking too slow.
*
Thou shall not push open the bathroom door when there are guests in thy house.
*
Thou shall pee only in thy litter box.
*
Thou shall attempt to show remorse when being scolded.
From
Joke du Jour
Source: Pearlmom1@aol.com
*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`´`*:»«:*³¤³´`³¤³´`
SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE:
A Man and His Dog
Many
years ago, in one of the towns of northern Missouri, a citizen brought a damage
suit against a neighbor who had killed his dog. Senator George G. Vest appeared in the case as counsel for the
plaintiff. Senator Francis M. Cockrell
represented the defendant.
Senator
Vest made the closing argument to the jury.
He spoke but a few words and these in a low voice and with little
gesture. He made no reference to the
law, the evidence, or the merits of the case, but confined his remarks to an
eloquent and most remarkable tribute to the dog.
The
Eulogy
Gentlemen
of the jury:
The
best human friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his
enemy. His son or daughter who he has
reared with loving care may prove ungrateful.
Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our
happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps, when he
needs it most. A man's reputation may
be sacrificed in a moment of ill consideration. The people who are prone to fall on their needs to do us honor
when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when
failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish
world, the one that never deceives him, the one that never proves ungrateful
and treacherous, is his dog.
A
man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in
sickness. He will sleep on the cold
ground where the wintry wind blows and the snowdrifts fiercely, if only he may
be near his master's side. He will kiss
the hand that has no food to offer. He
will lick the wounds and sores that his master sustains. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as
if he were a prince. When all other
friends desert, he remains. When riches
take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the
sun in its journeys through the heavens.
If
fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and
homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying,
to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene
of all comes and when death takes the master in its embrace and his body is
laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way,
there by the gravel may the dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes
sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death.
The
Verdict
The
jury returned a verdict in favor of the plaintiff. It is said that, although the suit was for only $200, the verdict
of the jury was for $500, and that some of the jurors wanted to HANG the
defendant.
--Author Unknown
Source:
DTapkowski@aol.com
*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`´`*:»«:*³¤³´`³¤³´`
Job Opportunity
Pennsylvania
Legislative Animal Network, (P.L.A.N.), an animal advocacy lobbying group in
Harrisburg, PA, is seeking a part time individual from the Harrisburg area who
is a self starter. Must be proficient
with computer programs Microsoft Office and Front Page, and be able to do web site
maintenance. Duties would include, but
not be limited to, data entry, web page maintenance, production of a
newsletter, and some fundraising program development. Animal lover who can adhere to the conservative legislative
system is preferred.
Please send resume to:
PLAN
PO Box 12085
Harrisburg, PA 17108
plannet@epix.net
*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`´`*:»«:*³¤³´`³¤³´`
A New Research Tool
World
Week for Animals In Laboratories (WWAIL)
The
veil of secrecy that shrouds the many ways animals are being harmed daily in
publicly funded laboratories has been pulled back a bit by the new
<http://www.wwail.org> webpage.
Now,
journalists, activists, legislators, and the general public are able to quickly
find a sampling of the experiments being conducted on animals. The experiments
are divided by species and contain occasional links to various research
facilities and researcher homepages.
For
individuals interested in verifying any facts or conducting their own research
an easily used research guide has been provided at
<http://www.wwail.org/bscrsrch.html>.
A
collection of advertisements for animal suppliers is available at
<http://www.wwail.org/magads.html>. These ads provide new fuel for
arguments focussing on the confused dichotomy of finding animals
"cute" and disposable. The callousness contrasts sharply with the
sales pitch that the animals for sale are "friendly," "easy to
handle," "have excellent temperaments," or have been
"extensively handled to give you the gentlest of temperaments."
Wwail.org
provides sample letters to editors (<http://www.wwail.org/Letters.html>)
and sample public service announcements
(<http://www.wwail.org/psas.html>).
Goals
for WWAIL 2000 are proposed (<http://www.wwail.org/background.html>) for
individuals and groups to incorporate into their own efforts, as well as essays
explaining why the goals are worthy and achievable.
Brochures,
posters and various materials can be ordered online at
<http://www.wwail.org/materials.html>.
Links
to leading anti-vivisection organizations are maintained
(<http://www.wwail.org/resources.html>) to assist activists and foster a
strong network of resources.
Events
scheduled throughout the US and in other countries are listed at
<http://www.wwail.org/events.html>.
Current
news impacting vivisection and antivivisectionist activism is compiled at
<http://www.wwail.org/news.html>.
Essays
concerning various aspects of vivisection are found throughout the site. In short, wwail.org has given the world of
Internet users access to scenes behind the windowless walls of vivisection
laboratories. It offers individuals ways to connect with others in their
regions and fosters the creation of coalitions to oppose cruelty.
Wwail.org
will continue to grow and will be continuously adding new features and tools to
oppose vivisection. The site is intended as a resource for everyone who has
ever wondered about biomedical research on animals as well as for those who
wish to see it ended.
I
hope everyone will take a look. And of course, your feedback is welcome.
Sincerely,
Rick
Bogle
WWAIL
2000 Coordinator
Source: gamble@pandgkills.com
*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`´`*:»«:*³¤³´`³¤³´`
MayDay For Mutts
I'm
very excited to announce that the first Sunday of each May has been officially
declared as national "MAYDAY FOR MUTTS!" Following are brief details
on the event. Please spread the word to any animal shelters or humane
organizations you can! Cross posting to any appropriate lists would be greatly
appreciated.
WHAT: MAYDAY FOR MUTTS
WHERE: Nationwide at animal shelters, humane
organizations and pet-related businesses.
WHEN: Sunday, May 7th, 2000 and the first
Sunday of each May thereafter.
Will
coincide with celebration of Be Kind To Animals Week
WHY: A national observance day to promote
the adoption of mixed-breed dogs and to honor those past and present. An
estimated 75% of all dogs entering U.S. animal shelters each year are
mixed-breed
WHO: In order to bring attention to this sad
statistic, Karen Derrico, author of "Unforgettable Mutts: Pure of Heart
Not of Breed" <http://www.newsagepress.com/books/mutts.html> has
created national "MAYDAY FOR MUTTS" a day dedicated to dogs of
blended heritage.
GOALS:
To promote and increase adoption of
mixed-breed dogs
To promote and increase adoption of
older and disabled dogs (purebred or mixed)
To put an end to all canine
discrimination
To educate on spaying and neutering
(there can never be too much of this!)
WHAT'S
HAPPENING: Animal shelters, humane
organizations and pet related businesses around the country will participate by
incorporating MAYDAY FOR MUTTS into their weeklong celebration of Be Kind to
Animals Week (May 7th-13th this year.)
Participating
groups will hold various mutt-related activities and events, and distribute
literature containing information on: myths and facts about mutts, adopting a
mutt, listings for mutt-specific activities, events, websites, etc., spaying
and neutering, adopting older or disabled dogs, and U.S. dog statistics. Humane
groups will also be selling copies of "Unforgettable Mutts" as a
fundraising item to benefit animals in their care.
A
national PR campaign is underway to promote MAYDAY FOR MUTTS. Karen Derrico
will be appearing on various radio and TV talk shows to discuss the purpose and
goals of the event.
WHO
TO CONTACT: If you work for or volunteer at an animal shelter, humane
organization or pet-related business and would like to receive MAYDAY FOR MUTTS
literature and event suggestions, or are interested in purchasing copies of
"Unforgettable Mutts" at a special non-profit discount to sell as a
fundraising item,
CONTACT:
Karen
Derrico
Pets@earthlink.net
703-648-9066
(Northern Virginia)
Thank
you in advance for spreading the word and for your support and participation in
this very important event!
Source:
queeniefound@hotmail.com
*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`´`*:»«:*³¤³´`³¤³´`
Science From The Heart
by Marc Bekoff
- bekoffm@spot.Colorado.EDU
"Back
off man, I'm a scientist." This bumper sticker has been percolating in my
brain for many years. Here's why.
Science
supposedly tells us why things are the way they are. However, science isn't value-free. Numerous prejudices are
embedded in scientific training and thinking. Scientists, as humans, have
individual agendas - personal, social, economical, and political.
I'm
a scientist. I study animal behavior and am interested in the health and
integrity of individuals, populations, species, and ecosystems. I love what I
do; it's fun. Because I have a utopian dream of reconnecting humans with the
souls, spirits and hearts of other humans, other animals (anima = soul), and
with inanimate landscapes, and because I'm a sentimentalist, some think my
science is flawed - too "soft," too subjective, not impersonal. I
believe science should be more open to individual's world views. There's so
many diverse problems it's unlikely there's only one sound scientific method.
Historically,
scientists have been placed on pedestals by non-scientists and scientists
themselves. Scientists were trusted, their autonomy and authority unquestioned.
Most worked in a safe, insulated microcosm. Those who questioned science were
considered anti-intellectual, perhaps Luddites. After all, scientists busily
discover cures for countless diseases, the structure of the human genome, how
to make weapons for global destruction, ways to get to the moon and elsewhere,
how to generate and process information faster, how to engineer better food,
how animals behave, and how nature works - alas, how to make our lives longer
and presumably better. And indeed science has chalked up innumerable successes.
But it can do better.
Nowadays
more people, including some scientists, question science. Non-scientists are more aware and
inquisitive, but aren't anti-intellectual. Rather, many feel science hasn't
delivered. They're also concerned with the politics, economics (rush for patents,
financial gains), and arrogance of science. Indeed, scientists make errors, and
it's our fallibility that keeps science afloat. Increasingly science isn't seen
as a self-justifying activity, but as another institution whose claims on the
public treasury must be defended.
What
about science and nature? While we've learned much about nature, one reason
traditional science often falls short is that it fragments the world.
Reductionistic science dissects, disembodies, and splits wholes into parts. It
produces linear, mechanistic views of the universe and objectifies and devalues
animals and nature. Science reduces the dynamic multidimensionality of our
interactions with nature into static, dimensionless flatlands, rather than
stimulating the understanding and appreciation of variegated landscapes.
However, we aren't very good at reassembling wholes -- reconstructing Humpty
Dumpty. We often discover wholes are greater than the sum of their parts and
we're unable to understand how whole systems emerge from complex interdependent
interactions among their constituents. Laudably, the National Science
Foundation now supports a program in biocomplexity. Macroecology and the
Biosphere project are good examples of large scale holistic thinking.
Reductionist
science also misrepresents the world. This has serious consequences for the
quality of knowledge we gather and for how we interact in and with nature.
Reductionism promotes alienation, isolation, and disconnection. It forces a
separation between the seer and the seen -- a false dualism. Science often
makes nature less magical and impedes our truly sensing, feeling, and
understanding the scope of the amazing world within which we live.
Holistic
and more heart-driven science is needed, science that's infused with spirit and
compassion. Holistic heart-felt science reinforces a sense of togetherness and
relationship, family and community, and awe.
It fosters the development of deep and reciprocal friendships among
humans, animals, and other nature. It helps us resonate with nature's radiance
and lessens our tendency to think, egocentrically, that we're at the center of
everything. Theologian Thomas Berry stresses we should strive for a benign
presence in nature. Native Americans are proud to claim that "animals are
all our relations." Animals and inanimate landscapes need to speak for
themselves. Trees need love too.
I
often wonder what science might have become had its history not distanced and
elevated humans from nature. My own idealistic dream is to live in a world in
which humans perceive themselves as a part of nature and not apart from her, a
world in which humans whose spirits have been robbed or squelched by living
amongst steel, concrete, asphalt, noise, and a multitude of invasions of their
private space reconnect with other humans and raw nature - with the fragrances
of wild flowers, and the sounds, sights, odors, and touch of other animals and
inanimate environs. A world in which
sensing is feeling. We're an integral part of nature, one with nature, and have
unique responsibilities to her. Nature has much to offer when we open our
hearts to her boundless and breathtaking splendor. She's our unconditional friend and reconnecting can help overcome
alienation and loneliness.
We
need to be reinforce creative, passionate, and bold dreaming, and resist narrow
thinking that claims there's only one way to do "good" science.
Allowing individual idiosyncrasies, interdisciplinary collaborations, holism,
and heart to inspire science will make it more exciting, creative, attractive
to students, and likely better. All scientists should be open to this. But some
still resist the notion that science is value-laden and some don't want to
impregnate science with feeling. Nonetheless, the Nobel prize winning
geneticist, Barbara McClintock, stressed that scientists should have a feeling
for the organism with which they worked, and she worked on corn!
Questioning
science will help insure that we won't repeat past mistakes, that we'll move
towards a world in which humans and other animals share peaceably the beneficence
of nature. Magnificent nature -- the cacophony of her deep and rich sensuality
-- will be respected, cherished, and loveed.
*Marc
Bekoff teaches in Environmental, Population, and Organismic Biology at
CU-Boulder.
*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`´`*:»«:*³¤³´`³¤³´`
The Way He Stood
tapster@mindspring.com
The way he
stood reminded me of a young boy
I once saw
stand the same way as a child
defenses down,
like a shaken scarecrow
callous tough
guys who eat animals all day
We owed the
black, the woman, the child
now we owe the
animal we repress and eat
bastions of
freedom are ripe beyond the dam
let fresh and
hard flow the spirit of freedom
Wind whips in
our cute, cherub chubby faces
believing we
are superior, God's true angels
we plan to
continue to eat genuine angels
government
plot, human plot, mind control.
2000 By Diana
Moreton.
*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`*´`³¤³´`*:»«:*´`³¤³´`*:»³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`´`*:»«:*³¤³´`³¤³´`
Quote To Remember
"For the fate of the sons of men and
the fate of the beasts is the same;
as one dies so dies the other. They all have the same breath, and man
has no advantage over the beasts;
for all is vanity. All go to one place,
all are from the dust, and all turn
to dust again. Who knows whether
the spirit of a man goes upward and
the spirit of the beast goes down to
the earth? So I saw that there is nothing better than that of a man
should enjoy his work, for that is
his lot; who can bring him to see what
will be after him?
~~
Ecclesiastes, 3:19-22
«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»
Susan Roghair
- EnglandGal@aol.com
Animal Rights
Online
P O Box 7053
Tampa, Fl
33673-7053
http://www.oocities.org/RainForest/1395/
-=Animal
Rights Online=-
Message
boards:
http://www.envirolink.org/express/
Animal Rights
Resource Site
«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»
(Permission
Granted To Quote/Forward/Reprint/Repost This Newsletter In
Whole Or In
Part with credit given to EnglandGal@aol.com)
* Please forward this to a friend who you
think
might be
interested in subscribing to our newsletter.
* ARO gratefully accepts and considers
articles for publication
from
subscribers on veg*anism and animal issues.
Send
submissions to JJswans@aol.com