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I remember an incredible story. One man was working with mules in a french forest called Sologne. The animals were used to tract pieces of tree from the woods to the roads, where trucks can pick’em and carry’em to the factory.
Then came a day when his boss told he bought something like a motorized engine, and mules were over. He went home alone cause his mules were sold to a butcher, for meat. The unfortunate guy spoke, like many others like him, such a secret langage with his mules, so nobody was able to make’em walk without him.
His boss asked him to come to the factory. A truck was waiting there. He had to lead his mules to the slaughter, cause he was the only man they understood.
The guy who told me this story was a friend of mine. He remembered the man had eyes and voice full of tears when he was telling this old story, and he was an old man.
World’s cruel.
Olivier, from France

Source: the Donkeys group at yahoo.com