From Cage to Circus

Trapped under the upturned shopping trolley you grip the metal mesh with your hands and feet. Two security guards hold the trolley in place.

Finally you give up and sit there. You think you can still talk, but know that if you do you'll be experimented on and maybe even dissected!

"Well he didn't escape from the zoo," says the store manager, walking up with a cellphone "And they don't want another monkey."

"Do we send him back to the wild?" asks one of the assistants.

The manager bends down and peers into the cage. You grab the side and blow a rasberry at him. "No, I've got a better idea. He likes showing off and goofing around. He can do it at the circus! Call the Ringmaster and tell he We've got a new act for him!"

*Well I've always liked the circus* you think. You dreamt about joining when you were younger - but you always intended to join as a human!

Written by an anonymous author

Off to the circus

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