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the building by workers with long white sticks that seem to glow in the dark. One steer, perhaps sensing instinctively what the other don’t,
turns and tries to run. But workers drive him back to join the rest. The cattle lazily walk single-file toward the muffled sounds, p op, pop,
pop , coming from the open door.
The path has hairpin turns that prevent cattle from seeing what’s in store and keep them relaxed. As the ramp gently slopes upward, the
animals may think they’re headed for another truck, another road trip — and they are, in unexpected ways. The ramp widens as it reaches
ground level and then leads to a large cattle pen with wooden fences, a corral that belongs in a meadow, not here. As I walk along the fence,
a group of cattle approach me, looking me straight in the eye, like dogs hoping for a treat, and follow me out of some mysterious impulse. I
stop and try to absorb the whole scene: the cool breeze, the cattle and their gentle lowing, a cloudless sky, steam rising from the plant in the
moonlight. And then I notice that the building does have one window, a small square of light on the second floor. It offers a...
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This note was uploaded on 02/25/2014 for the course MGMT 120 taught by Professor Litt during the Spring '08 term at UCLA.
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