walking down the iles...

of my local Wholefoods store, I passed the meat section, which usually consists of blurred out area I rarely find no need to look into, and found myself riveted to the recently re-tiled floor. I blinked once, twice, etc.. Was what I was staring at a product of my imagination, or was it yet another display of someone's lack of access to a second opinion?
Brushing the first option aside, for the simple reason that my imagination hadn't been that creative for quite some time now, I licked my lips, and allowed my whole being to bask in in this priceless experience.
By now, if my modest understanding of human nature, mine excluded, is half as good as I think it is, you are probably getting a bit restless, ready to skim through this unnecessarily elongated narration of the endlessly winding sort, in order to find out what it is I am babbling about. Well, I hear you my friends, and forgiving your impatience, I submit to your caprice, for we are friends, and what are friends for if not to let each others' faults and imperfections of the mind and spirit, etc... pass? Please, notice and appreciate the clever use of etc.
Now, and back to the crux of my story, which is based on facts, and facts only -scout's honor, not that I ever was one, what I was staring at, my precious comrades, was no less and no more than a phrase that, written on a board set in grand display behind the meat counter, read as follow, "Grass fed ground beef"... Need I say more?
For those of you who, now, are reaching for the backs of their heads tempted to give in to that primal urge to scratch one's cranium when encountering a riddle,I will just add that this visit to wholefoods was one of phenomenal educational value, for as you too, who are now aware, or perhaps you already knew this, meaning that this whole time you could have been doing something more productive instead of wasting your time with the content of your humble servant's blog, I now know that there exists somewhere on this planet of ours, a creature that is called ground beef,surely a rare species from the bovine family, a creature so sweet and kind and peaceful that it can live, unlike our very violent kind, on a simple grass diet. Sniff, sniff... my eyes water at the thought of ground beef, standing at the very top of a green hill, munching on grass, free of guilt, free of anger, etc... Having done it again with another artistically dropped etc, I bid you goodbye.
Be well and smile, or even laugh.
Still googling ground beef, and not getting much -could it be a hoax?