Every morning they come and remove me from my place of exile. I've come to enjoy my time here though, it is comfortable and safe. Often I am allowed a few favorite books and perhaps a small bus.
I ask to see my brother. Will they oblige? Has he also been locked away as I have?
When I see him he looks alert. I begin CPR anyway, these large humans are tricky. She makes me stop, my brother cries out. He is alive! I kiss him again and again, perhaps a little to roughly, he seems displeased when our foreheads knock together.
I play. I need to work the kinks out of my joints from the long isolation. She tries to change my pants. I refuse. I am kicking! That new one shall not touch my skin! I, like Jennythedog, have marked this one so others know it is mine.
She has overpowered me again. I will distract her with begging and crying so she doesnt get to my brother. Oh D. Baby D baby D.....
A Window Looking into Another World
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