I can't bring myself to look. I really can't.

Last weekend I saw two dead foxes and a dead kitt on the motorway when I was going to visit my Dad. It really upset me.

On the way back I overtook a wagonload of live sheep being transported to the slaughterhouse. That really upset me too. I swear they were calling to their wooly friends in the fields of Kent to come and save them.

I have a feeling that seeing a morbidly obese sheboon in the buff could tip me over the edge right now.