I'm not in the mood.
Tired. Tired of practicing. I'm hungry, and I want to play. I don't want to do silly tricks anymore.
I'm bored.
I'm tired.
I'm sick of it.
I made a fit. No obeying. I don't care if I don't get treats, they taste bad anyway.
I get locked away, lonely. Now I can't see Tilikum.
I miss Lilac and Rosie, even if we didn't talk much and didn't have room to play, I liked them being there.
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Confinement
Short StoryI dream of freedom, just as every prisoner does. However, unlike them, I will never have it. - This is a story written in the point of view of a captured Orca, Nova, living and performing in SeaWorld since he was a young calf. It is to bring awarene...
