| She crouched shivering in the bushes, every fiber of
her being crying out in pain. She remembered sadly the warmth and
comfort of her mother and siblings, playing in the high grasses, running
to her mother when anything frightened her or troubled her. Now all were
gone. She had run when the tall ones attacked them, ran and ran from the
horrific cries of her family. She never saw them again.
She was still young and unsure. She could hardly catch food and now
she was so weak she couldn't even if she wanted to. Her ears itched
uncomfortably and patches of her fur were missing from trying to inch
under a sharply spiked barring in the path. She had rarely seen others
of her kind and when she had tried to approach them they looked at her
with staring eyes and ran away.
Suddenly she heard noises of the tall ones coming near. She wanted to
run but couldn't. She bared her tiny fangs; she would die where she lay
but not without a fight. They came closer, she struggled to sit up so she
could attack but her muscles refused to obey. She felt herself lifted
into the air into a dark box, the only light coming through bars across
one side, however, the bottom was soft and dry. She didn't allow herself
to relax, she tensed her muscles to try and make one concentrated effort
towards escape. She heard the sound of metal opening closing and
suddenly |
the box began to subtly move. All the pain
and fear washed over her at once and she lost all consciousness.
When she awoke, she was in a different box, larger and more
ventilated. Inside there were soft coverings, a box of sand, and
greatest of all, food and water. Her ears did not itch so much and she
even felt cleaner. Through bars in the front of the box she could see
tall ones going about their inexplicable business. She could sense
others of her kind all around her. What was this place?
How could she escape? She would have to regain her strength before
she could make any kind of try.
Time passed and she had no chance to escape though she did not begin
to relax, it did not seem the tall ones here meant her harm yet. She
awoke startled, feeling the grasp of the tall ones; she struggled but
could not free herself. Once again, she found herself in a small moving
box. After a brief period of movement, the bars on the box were opened.
She stepped out cautiously, there were others of her kind here, they
came up to her and welcomed her! There was food and water and a soft bed
all her own. The others of her kind told her this was a good place and
she could stay and not be afraid. For the first time in months she felt
peace. |
