Baby Harp Seal's View

I, the undersigned, hereby request that the Canadian government end the cruel seal hunt -the largest slaughter of marine mammals on the planet. Sealers bludgeon the seals with clubs, drag conscious seals across the ice floes with boat hooks, and toss dead and dying animals into heaps, leaving their carcasses to rot because there is no market for their meat. Please stop the cruel slaughter of baby seals and put a permanent end to this blight on Canada's international reputation.

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Just imagine how it must be like, you are simply resting on a patch of ice and snow,  no predator to attack you for your mother has birthed you in the area considered safe from the natural attackers of her specie. Off she goes to get enough food for herself so she can feed you, her precious young, and all of the sudden this two-legged creature approaches you - an odd item in his hand.

Deep within a silent voice tells you to run and get as far away from this beast. Being so young you are yet unable to understand these instincts and continue to watch as the man approaches. Then, it is too late for hope of escape. Suddenly a sharp pain takes hold of your body, sending sparks of agony through your nervouse system.

You cry out, wondering how the pain got here - and then you see the man again... Along with an object dripping with crimson liquid. Your blood. The scent quickly alerts your body, switching it to the fight or flight response. You try to crawl away as quickly as possible. No use. Once more the item is brought down with force, smashing your side, sending more waves of excrutiating agony through your body. Ribs break, piercing vital organs inside of you and only making the unbearable pain worst. Again you cry out, wishing that your mother was there, that she would console you and take the pain away.

But she is off in the sea, feeding to keep her young alive and healthy with her milk. The young one that she will lose that day. For the third time the item is brought down, this time catching one of your flippers and refusing to let go, embended into it. You cry out, eyes glaze with tears of agony, as you wonder what you do to deserve this. Why is this creature doing this to you? The man simply pulls his weapon back, carrying you along before you're finally freed - the force sending you flying through the air before crashing against the ground once more.

You are bleeding badly, the snow around you stained with your blood - that dark and thick liquid, warm to the touch and with a taste of iron that supported your life. Barely able to move, concious and in pain you lie there - wishing it all to be over, that all was just a nightmare and never truly happened.

Why? Why? Why?

You keep repeating the same word in your head over and over again, searching for an answer that is not there.

Why?

Then the hunter takes out another smaller weapon, ripping out your skin while you're still alive. You wriggle, you cry, you yell, you curse, you lament.

Why, why, why?!

Hurt, wounded, mutilated and already half dead your eyes can only stare up at the sky, the clouds. Everything looks so pretty...

But why? Why am I in pain? What did I do in the first place?

You can only wonder this, barely concious anymore, before your black eyes catch sight of the man for a final time. He's standing above you, a smirk on his face as he cleans his knife with a cloth, the  material stained with your blood ad the blood of others who suffered the same fate. He pockets it away, picking up the first weapon which he used toattack you in the fist place. He rose it, looking down at you as if you were nothing more but a speck of dirt in the ground.

Why? Why do you hate me so? What have I done to you?

You twitch slightly, demanding an answer. But he cannot understand you, he cannot listen to what you say. Finally he brings his weapon down with force, smashing it against your skull... Ending your life.

Why is it so dark? What happened? It is quiet now...