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On carcasses in butchers' windows: I can understand why some parents feel that way. It's not like they've marched into an abattoir and complained about blood, or a farm and complained about animal shit.
Lots of kids take that stuff in their stride, but not all. The idea that kids shouldn't be shielded from the realities of life and death, or from the realities of what they consume and where it comes from is all well and good until you have a five year old waking up with nightmares and terrified of walking down the high street, because that's where the butcher's shop window is, with its glassy eyed pigs head and glistening rabbit corpses.
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