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"Stock" Tip of the Millenia
The American Bloodsport
Animal Rights
The Apple Tree and the Oak Tree
Battery Hens
Bereaved Knife
Cattle Country
Companion Animal
Dancing Bears of India
Death By Night
Dogs Go To Heaven
The Earth So Slender
Farmer Boy
Fight We Shall
For The Animals
For the animals.....
The Fox
Fox Sick
Gold Fish at a Frat Party
The Greatest Gift
Harp Seal Eyes
How Can We Do It?
How in 2050
The Hunter's Trophy Bawl
I Saw a Possum Die Last Night
Jamaican Cows
Let's Not Forget
Listen to Chief Seattle
Little Red Riding Hood
Look Around
Mad Human Disease
Me Means Alone
A Memoir of My Mother
My God Says
My Story
The New Martyrs
Of Mice and Old Men
Paint Her Divine
Pig Crates
A Place for the Animals
Puppy Love
Quiet as a Mouse
The Racist
Recipe For Servitude In The Circus
Sabine: Five Years Later
The Silent Ark
Thanksgiving Wish
They Must Pay
The Tiger
Tom Turkey
Two Unruly Children
The Veal Calf
Veal, Your Meal
The Voiceless
Welcome to Our World...
Where Have They Gone?
Where Is It?
Where's Her Baby?
You Just Don't Care


I am a little puppy and I'm scratching at the door.
I've grown a little bit now you don't want me anymore.
You've put me in the garden where it's cold and wet and damp.
I'm feeling very lonely cos the kids have gone to camp.

Don't take me out and dump me like I know some people do.
I promise I'll be good, I won't chew another shoe.
My fur is soiled and matted and I haven't had a bath.
My water bowl is empty it's just laying on the path.

I have fleas they're living on me, they make me scratch all day.
I have wormies in my tummy, they just won't go away.
You bought me from a pet shop, I was in the window there.
They told you how to look after me, but you don't really care.

I have lots of love to give you, if you would only let me try.
Just feed me and take care of me. Oh, please don't make me cry.
If you didn't really want me, why did you bring me here?
To hurt me and torment me just to live my life in fear.

I dream of greener pastures, in a loving caring home.
With children that would play with me and a bed to call my own.
But I am only dreaming and I know it isn't true.
I hope the people reading this aren't someone just like you.

Maureen Flynn-Smith (