deer skin

Sitting here, in this freaking cold room, I'm doing my best not to breath or look down. In front of me is a real dead animal skin. Where it is place on a dark wooden desk full of crumps. On the deer skin sits a basket full of books and a pair of scissors. As I'm doing my best not to look at the dead animal, I can't help, but noticing the white flakes on the fur. And it appears to be dandruff. You may think that the dandrums stop me from looking down and not breathing. But you are wrong. I'm doing my best not to breath because I'm afraid that I might be breathing in the bacterias. And as for why I'm doing my best not to look down is because the deer skin scares me.
Everytime when I'm accidentally looked down at the deer skin, I saw the animal got skin. Somehow in my vision, I saw the deer running around the mountain searching for berries, then suddenly there was a loud boom and the animal fell down. The hunter showed up moments later with his small knife. He slitted the poor animal's throat with his knife, and blood rushed out for a minute or two. Then the hunter carefully injected the knife into the deer's throat and work his way down to remove the skin. Like Conrad said, "Oh, oh the horror."
And because of these worries, I can't concentrate in class because everytime when I look down, I either see the deer getting skin, or instead of the deerskin on the desk, I see human skin.
Sometimes I wonder, why we have to kill animals and skin them without reasons. It is understanable to kill the animals for survival, but it is uneccessary to kill them in order to prove that man have power.
Human kills other animals to prove that they are more suprerior than other animals. But why associate killing to power? I guess the answer is, it's better to be fear than to be love. What I don't get is, why does violenve have to be the thing that defines power? And I'm just really suprise to see how many pepole act cruelty because of it. People running around the mountain with guns to make the animals there, afraid of them, so the animals wouldn't harm them. Some people even run around city with guns to get prossession and the gun is the one that gives them the power. The power to control the people to give them money, body, and prossession. But don't you think that people are having too much power, now a day? Instead of killing the deer for meat, they killed the deer for power, reputations, and in the name of winning a game. People are not killing to live anymore, but they kill to entertain themselves and to show that they have power. But what if someday we don't have power anymore. For instance, what if aliens invade earth and treat us, human, the way we treated animals. Have the hunter ever put himself in the deer's shoes before. How aliens come to earth and prove their power by hunting down and skin us.
Imagine this, instead of going to Dillards and buy a leopard coat, aliens buy a human coat.
Now we being treat like animals. How a man running around the mountain picking wild berries, and the next thing he knows, he's on the ground and an alien come over with a knife. It stabs the man's belly, and then works it way up and down, unitl it removes the man's skin completely from his body. The alien then chops the man's head and hang it on the wall. Turn his skin into a coat and feed his bones to the dog. I know that this is gruesome when this happens to human, but why isn't it bad when it happens to animals?
Believe it or not, this really happens to human in Africa. I can't recall if it on 20/20 or Dateline, but somewhere in Africa, this really happened. A group of men wanted to prove that they have the power by invading a shcool. Captured the teacher, and chopped her into pieces and made teacher stew. Then ordered the student to either eat it or die, and as human, we don't want to die. So the kids finished the stew.
It is ok for them to turn the teacher into stew and feed the kids with it. I guess their piont is, if we can do this to animal then we certainly can do this to human. So before the hunter kill the deer, he should think if it necessary to do it or not. Because he certainly doesn't want his skin to be on the dark wooden table, where the deer skin is. So, sitting here, in this freaking cold room, I let my imagination run wild as my face getting purple due to the lack of oxygen.