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The bone-creaking old man was desperate. His noisy joints and spindly legs were limiting his movements.
“Only broth can save you,” assured his trusted healer. “But mind you, the lambs must be completely grass-fed, organically grown!”
The old, but rich man set out with his dearest companion to purchase as many lambs he could get from the sheepfold on the outskirts, which guaranteed to provide organic cattle.
The direction board helped him reach his destination.
He paid no attention to the huge waste bins at the entrance.
Just before fixing the deal, a garbage picking van made an appearance at the gate. His gut instincts made him limp towards the entrance.
Huge trash cans filled with numerous bottles and covers of the hormone drugged feed were being collected by the van driver.
“Money can’t buy health!” Muttered the old man while getting into his SUV.