What was once a mighty beast, which walked with pride and
power, now begged from food by the thing that put him there, humans. He hated
them they took everything away his family and friends they were so selfish and
uncaring. He wanted so badly to be free and feel the wind beneath his fur and
hear the rustling of the leaves that was a good time. He moped around and
didn’t care he sat there all day and night year after year watching people
laugh and point at him. He was imprisoned for life and no one could do
anything. A pool of water lapped at the front of this bared prison. Over dated
meat sat in lumps all around the enclosure. It made him dizzy and confused. His
wet tongue flopped out of his mouth. His nose was good at sniffing anymore. His
coat was too polished, he didn’t like it this way. He liked to feel the hard
mud stiffing in his dirty coat but not anymore. Nothing was the same as it once
was.
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