Born to be boiled

We passed a truck today loaded with chickens on the way to the market.
Little man in the back seat: "Mommy, are those chickens going to be boiled for people to eat?"
Mommy: "Yes, those chickens are on their way to the slaughter house."
Little man, crying: "Mommy, quick, let's pray to Jesus for those poor chickens."
Mommy: "OK."
Little man: "Dear Jesus, please be with those poor chickens, it's so sad they are going to be eaten. Please help them to go to heaven. And please be with the poor cows too. Help them to enjoy heaven as well. Amen."

Seriously guys. I don't make this stuff up.