The sounds were unbearable. The mink screeched and shuffled in their cages. They could even hear the mink outside the sheds. Bridget grabbed Derek by the shirt and whispered, “Give me your iPhone.”
He handed it to her.
“I ask that you not take pictures in here,” the lady said.
“I’m not,” said Alison. “I just got a text from a friend.” She tapped a few keys and turned on the sound recorder before slipping the phone in her purse.
At the end of the tour they got to see where they killed the mink. There was blood everywhere. She got to see a device in action that shocked the mink to death.