“They are a nuisance, dirty, smelly, inhumane, a demeaning job and a degradation upon society!” The district attorney quits his tirade for a moment and composes himself. “Your Honor, the family farm must go! The prosecution rests.”
The tired judge looks over at the dejected defense, slumped disconsolately in the corner. “Does the defense have anything more to offer?” he asks, raising his gavel…