|I was born at the zoo. I live on display.|
come and look at me. Some point.|
Some make fun of me. Others look frightened.
is designed to have the|
appearance of a real home, but
it is really nothing like one.
the wild I would get to roam and|
interact with other creatures. Here, I live
a solitary, confined life.
they move me to a new place.|
It is disorienting.
|Sometimes I pace.|
|I sleep a lot, especially when they give me drugs.|
would rather live a shorter, more|
dangerous life in the wild than this
long, dull life staring at walls alone.
|Please make it end.|