I also have a story about being bullied with flying meat like this poor kid in the UK.
When I was in primary school, my mother was at uni as a mature-age student. It was just Mum and me at home, so she would come home and tell me about all the things she had learned at uni that day.
One of the classes she studied was Animal Ethics. She would come home and tell me about how horribly veal cattle are treated in their short lives, show me pictures of battery hens that had been in cages so long their feet had grown around the wire, and how some sheep are horribly injured in the crush of live transport. She decided to become vegetarian.