From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, April 12

April 12, 2017

     Those ungrateful cattle did not appreciate the kind opportunity that I offered them. Well, they can live like the cattle they now are, in the reinforced paddocks in the yard. We worked on them all day yesterday and now I feel that they are more secure. If those idiots don't want to serve us in life, then they can be served to us upon their deaths!
     At least they have stopped whining about their rights. They must have realized that it is now them and us. We are no longer one group and it is because they refuse to change with our times. There is no other food source.

  We did find a tiny bit of food in the historical garden, but it was not enough to feed everyone. It is just a small plot that the historians used to show what types of food might have been grown here in the heyday of the Alamo. But why waste our little bit of fresh food on our food source?. I think we should just feed them grass. While it doesn't have any real nutritional value for humans, it would fill their bellies and keep them alive a little longer
     I was walking by the paddocks last night and I heard loud whispering. I think they are trying to come up with a plan to free themselves. Well, I made sure the guards are aware and know to expect anything.
       I am going to prepare my room, just in case it has to be my last refuge. I still have most of the non perishables that are in my wall. I had already taken over the room next door and have knocked a whole into it through the wall. It is a really small room and I have turned it into a small area that I can use as a cell for a few of the cattle. That way, I can stay alive for as long as I need to.  I will be smuggling some of the garden food into my room tonight so I can make sure we ration the food to last longer. At least, that is what I'll say if someone sees me. I will survive no matter what I have to do and no matter who I have to eat! I would eat my own mother, if I had to, to stay alive.
     What is that racket? It sounds like a bunch of drunk people attempting to sing in harmony. What the fuck?
 

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