Instead of this harsh measure, it was voted that, by the hand of Henry Bergh, president of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, I should write this letter of remonstrance.
My dear gentlemen and ladies, remember that we, like yourselves, have moods, and cannot always be frisky and cheerful.

You do not slap your grandmother in the face because this morning she does not feel as well as usual; why, then do you slash us?
Before you pound us, ask whether we have been up late the night before, or had our meals at irregular hours, or whether our spirits have been depressed by being kicked by a drunken hostler.

We have only about ten or twelve years in which to enjoy ourselves, and then we go out to be shot into nothingness.

Take care of us while you may.

Job's horse was "clothed with thunder," but all we ask is a plain blanket.