Hi.

Can you hear me?  I hope you can.

Well, my name is Sword, but everyone calls me the circus monster, circus dragon, streamer-tail, et cetera.

I don't know how I got here.

The first thing I remember was being with my mommy and daddy and siblings.  They never liked me that much.  They were mean to me sometimes, but I loved them anyway.  They still fed me.  They still let me keep my room.  I thought things were okay.  I thought everyone would stop bullying me eventually.  Sure, I never had back legs, but I can still get around.  Sometimes I balance on my tail.  Sometimes I balance on my front legs.  Sometimes I just fly. Sometimes I do a combination of those things.

Normally, though, I just play with my ball.

It was my only distraction from all the bad stuff going on around me.

But then, one day, when I was playing outside, everything went black.

Next thing I know, I'm in a cage with a strange person looming over me.

"You. Get up," he demanded. I sat up as best as I could.

"What's your name, dragon?"

"I'm Sword, sir. Who are you?" I inquired.

"That is not for you to know. From now on, you will obey me, Sword. I am your master now."

I was confused. I looked around. Mommy and daddy were nowhere to be seen. I started to cry for them. They didn't answer. The man banged the cage I was in, making a loud sound and causing it to shake. I yelped in fear and curled in the corner, looking at him in fear.

"You are no longer allowed to be with your parents," he said. "From now on, you are to rely on your own."

I looked down and began to cry. No more mommy or daddy? No more comfy room? No more siblings?

I then noticed my ball sitting in the corner of the cage. I rushed to get it.  I may not have my family or home, but at least I have my favorite toy.

I eventually grew to tolerate my new master.  He still fed me and gave me water.  Sure, he was strict and mean, and punished me if I did something bad, but for the most part, everything was fine.  I was able to "please the audience," he claimed, so I was a "successful attraction."

That's what I am now.

An attraction.  A performer.

I'm not able to interact with other people, only perform for them. 

It's a tough life, but I'm alive.  I'm surviving.

...

What more can I ask for?