Sevearal years ago when I was still at school my father was working as a probation officer. On his books he had a little lad who was well known by the local constabulary and magistrate and as a consequence wound up on his books.
Litle Johhny had left school at about 13 and was semi literate, he also had never had a job in his life and now, at 19, my father decided to see what he could do to redeem his soul.
After mush searching JOhhny was found a job in a local abbatoir.
Johnny's mum was most impressed with the efforts put into her wayward son and a letter was sent, it read:

Dear sir, thankyou for taking an interest in my son and finding him a job, ever since he was a child he wanted to work with animals...