I'm being scooped up out of the water, just like how mom was when she was taken from me.
I don't know what they'll do, but this is very uncomfortable.
They put me in a box. I can't move, and I have a tiny space to breathe. I hate this.
I'm taken out of the box, and put into a new pool. There are new friends here.
Where am I?
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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...
