![]() |
"News that's not known, or not known enough." Helen & Harry Highwater's cranky weblog of news and opinion. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
If first you don't scream by Kathy Fisher, klfisher@webtv.net
Then they put me in a big fenced-in cage, but I could still see out and walk a bit, and speak and eat. I didn't like this at all! And I let them know about it. Then they closed the door and put a timer on when I could stand, eat, walk and speak. And they told me what I could and couldn't say, and I said wanted out. Then they put a muzzle on my face so I could no longer speak, but they took it off so I could eat. I could not walk any more but I could see out and feel the air. I was so tired from lack of exercise that I no longer could speak or walk or breathe as much as I used to. Then they added a shade to cover my fenced in cage, and only let me see out and feel the air when they saw fit. I sometimes muster up a good scream, begging them to release me, but they don't come, don't free me. It takes so muck of my energy that I fall fast asleep and never know what time it is... I should have realized that the time to scream was when they first put that leash on me. I don't scream, eat, speak or breathe any more.. © by the author.
|
![]()
|