A weird burning sensation placed itself on my neck. It was the familiar feeling of being stared at. I opened one eye slowly and looked at the cage next to me. The wolf was staring right at me. I closed my eye quick as lightning and shivered a bit.  That was creepy... I shifted a bit in my metal halter and sighed.

It rubbed a bit against my fur, making a little patch fall out. I made no sound, this having happened before. How should I get out of here? That question was engrained in my brain as I lay there, thinking. The tiger was supposed to be the king of the jungle, why was I powerless?

A single lightbulb with a pull chain dangled from the ceiling, which was not very high. Dust particles floated down from the beam of light. This gave me a lonely feeling. Why was I here.... why? Why are we all here? Just so we can suffer? No. There must be a way.  There must be.