Savanah looked at the tattoo on her wrist that the Veterinarian gave her for her final Grade - that of D.
"Are you sure that's right?" she'd asked. "I've done everything I could."
"Well, you are on the border between a C- and a D+," the vet said. "But, in this case, I'm afraid that I have to go with the lower grade."
"Well, thanks for the information," Master Robert had said.
Savanah sighed. That had been but a few hours prior. All her life she'd wanted a werewolf to eat her, or a vampire to drain her. But now, with her current grade, she was only fit to be Pet Food.
"What's wrong?"
Savanah looked up, and saw that it was the Prime Grade Breeder, John.
"I don't know if you could understand," she said, as the older male sat next to her. "You're a Feral. You don't know what it's like to have all your dreams taken away."
"So, what is the matter?" John asked.
Savanah showed him her wrist.
"I see," said John. "Well, at least it wasn't a F-Grade. I've only see one get that Grade while I've been here."
"What happened for them to get that?" Savanah asked.
"Young man had one of those cancers," said John. "It was pretty bad."
"So, what happened to him?" Savanah asked.
"A week later, this huge werewolf, easily three to four times as wide as Master Robert is after Big Meal Day, pulls up to the gate, asking where the sack or fertilizer was at," said John. "I gave that idiot a good whack in his guts, making him fall on his fat ass, and told him to never speak of Thomas like that again."
Savanah grinned at the image. Whatever John might think of other werewolves and vampires, he respected the Wolfe family for addressing livestock by their name, even though their fate was inevitably the same in any case.
"So, what happened afterwards?" she asked.
John smiled. "Mistress Julia did Thomas up as if he was a Prime Grade meal. Fixed him up the way he wanted to be fixed. The smell made my own mouth water."
"And after that?" Savanah asked.
"Best tasting F-Grade that fool had ever eaten," said John. "He didn't even use the usual Rapid Digestion pills that he'd normally use. Seems he called up his superiors, and told them that he wanted to enjoy this particular Meal. He actually put Thomas's name on the bag, and Master Robert bought back said bag."
"That's good to know," said Savanah. "Still, it would have been nice knowing that I was helping out the family, and not just food for a pet or non-human livestock. I mean, I'd like to actually contribute to something important, like maybe be a Surrogate Mother for a fertilized egg of a B-Grade, or be a mother of one of your offspring, so that my line could continue, or be fed to a Prize livestock or Champion Pet."
"I understand," said John. "You want your life to mean something useful. I'll have a chat with Master Robert."
"Thank you, John," Savanah said, as the older human got up, and started hobbling on his walking stick towards a tree that Master Robert was resting under.
Some hours later, after supper, Savanah got a knock on her room's door. She walked up to it, looked through the peephole, and saw John.
"What's up?" she asked, as she let him in.
"I spoke with Master Robert," said John. "And since you've been a good stock, he has decided to......
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