The place where Paulinchen just ran away was not a slaughterhouse, but for little calves probably the worst thing they have known so far, in their short lives. A large auction hall, as it is found in every county. Instinctively, she put all her eggs in one basket and ran for her life. For miles and miles. By the time Paulinchen was recaptured, the auction was over. Christian Kögl had heard about her escape and picked her up. One in a million, they were then loaded from the auction, three stories high. If they are not slaughtered immediately, they come for eight months in cramped fattening boxes and stand on slatted floors until they are picked up once again. Hopefully to their last stop. Fortunately, there was a happy ending for Paulinchen.
