Waiting at a bus stop, I notice this Chinese hot pot restaurant. Its windows depict happy lambs jumping into a horrifying death of sheer agony, with joy.

Why would any restaurant subvert an animal's survival instincts to adverise their cuisine? Are we led to believe that animals willingly sacrifice themselves in an unspeakable manner to satisfy our hungers and tastes?

Or is it an omen, some type of warning for me, born on the Year Of The Sheep?

If so, what could my hot pot possibly be?