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Always Read the Label
Gruff was proud of his horns. Then men came, measured them, tapped them, ran their fingers over every last, curving inch. They gave the farmer a bottle of whiskey and a wad of cash before shoving Gruff into a van.
He remembered their smell and the sound of the engine. When the Aberdeen Angus in the next field were massacred he knew exactly who was responsible.
So when Gruff heard the van, he fled. Several hedges later he found a building with an open door. He hid inside … only to find an all-too-familiar smell as the owners of Nature’s Medicine Unlimited (Guaranteed Rhino-horn Free) returned to their office.