Freedom was what Josiah felt as he stepped out of the cage which had kept him confined for years. His feet squelched as he stepped in the cold, wet mud. The soft fur on his body protected him from the cold wind that swept across the atmosphere. Squinting, he looked up in search of the plane he'd fallen from. No sign of it.
For month's he'd wanted nothing more than to leave that dreadful cage where he'd been subjected to experiments. He wasn't man or beast, not fitting in anywhere. Unsure what to do with this new found freedom, he ran.
