Nhạc sĩ: Eduardo Garcia
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Mark opened his laptop and showed sad and horrible pictures of animals kept in small cages. Here, these are raccoons. No, the poor ones. Foxes like to be processed, too. But I thought the animals were bred in special farms. They're doing well there, aren't they? No, the animals live in tiny cages. Just like this raccoon here. Oh dear. Stop it, Mark. That's cruel. Cruel is what the fur industry does. And that there are people who still buy these jackets. It's late. We should go to bed. Helene only just realized how tired she was. She had listened to Mark with a held breath. Now her eyes almost fell shut. Yes. It's bedtime, dear Helene.
