When I was growing up, most of the boys in my class liked to capture stray cats, and sometimes pets, in raccoon traps or bear traps. Then they would douse them in gasoline or some other flammable liquid and set them on fire while they were alive. Then they would chase the cat until it died and burned to ashes. This was one of their favorite past times that every boy in town used to do once he was a sixth to eighth grader.
I also knew an old school farmer who used to tie his horses to the back of his truck and force them to run almost fifty miles per hour to wear them out. After he broke their spirit by wearing them out, he would take them for long walks in the pasture to check his cows. It wasn't an uncommon way of dealing with rowdy horses. I always hated watching them do that because I knew they would never go back to being happy healthy horses or horses that would trust humans.
