[ WP ] A race of slaves who really are genetically inferior

`` So... what happens when they're, you know... done?'' I asked Pa, as we headed out to the slave house. 
 
 `` We put em' down, of course. You should know that by now.'' I expected he would say something like that, but that's not the answer I wanted. Today, he was going to tell me why, whether he liked it or not. 
 
 `` well yeah... but do n't you think that seems kind of wrong? It's not like they really did anything to deserve it.'' I said, trying to force an actual answer out of him. 
 
 `` What do you want me to say? They are n't exactly the sharpest tools in the shed, why do you care? It's not like anyone else does.'' Said Pa, getting a bit annoyed with the question. As we approached the slave house, movement could be heard. It was quiet, and not a word was said, but the uneasy shifting of those inside was more than audible. 
 
 `` Let's get this over with. Grab the old one and take her out back, I'll go fetch the shotgun.'' Pa said, as he unlocked the chain across the huge double doors. A few minutes passed before Pa showed up with his gun. Becca, as I had taken to calling her, did n't struggle, though I do n't think she really knew what was going on. I was more nervous than she was, this just did n't feel right. As Pa chambered his Remington 870, I could n't help but speak up in protest. 
 
 `` Wait!'' I yelled. Pa lowered his gun, clearly annoyed by the interruption. `` Why does she have to die?! Why ca n't we just set her free and let her live the rest of her life as she pleases?'' 
 
 `` You know we ca n't do that. Besides, what we she even do? This old crow would n't make it a week without us.'' 
 
 `` How can you know that?! You've never let one free before!'' 
 
 `` Well shit, if you're so convinced why do n't you just fucking ask her? Go ahead, see if she has any glorious plans for the future.'' 
 
 I looked over at Becca, she had n't said a single word. Pa had apparently trained her well. Still, I had to try. I *had* to get an answer. Surely, there was something she wanted do, at the very least there was no way she wanted to die. 
 
 `` Come on, Becca. Would n't you rather go free? You could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. Would n't you like that?'' I asked, in the softest voice I could, so as not to startle her. 
 
 `` moo.'' 
 
 BLAM!!! 
 
 Well, at least we'll have good steak for awhile.
