At the entrance of the factory named CROWFOODS, a scarecrow with a somewhat desolate expression arrives belatedly. This is a food factory that specializes in delivering supposedly pure, natural, nutritious lunches to children. Chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep stand on the assembly line, transported to the terminals of various machines. They have no freedom, no joy, and not even the slightest bit of rights to call their own. Cows are confined in square machines, ruthlessly milked, while chickens and ducks are forcibly injected with various growth-promoting drugs. The scarecrows have long lost their original purpose; they stand idly on the assembly line, serving only as faint symbols. More often, they perform minor repairs and maintenance for the factory, witnessing the tragic plight of the livestock. 　　People grow accustomed, people grow numb, people willingly sink into despair...