Sure 'nough, Granny Bambi. Only the Creator made you with horns and sharp hooves, and only give me some not-real-sharp finger and toenails -- and a brain. That brain is why I'm on the top of the food chain and you're in the middle of it.

Now, some of my species get stupid and try to kill your kinfolks and end up killing themselves or their friends. Those are our culls, same as your folks get culled out. Those of us who aren't culls respect you and your kind, and know daggone good and well that we eat you, and then when we're toast we git et by critters like our intestinal flora and worms and bugs and such and that we eventually return to the soil. There our chemical parts and used to fertilize the soil, and from the grass and such that grows your kin eat. Then my kin or some other predator takes you or your kin out and the Great Mandala rolls on.

Even our culls and yours end up fertilizing the grass....