The zoo

It's a hot and sticky day, just like always. The air smells of other animals....and food. Of course the heat ruins it, I wrinkle my nose in disgust and turn my head away from the metalic food dish. I spot my mother roaming around the small water hole among the other elders . The young mothers stay away from the bars craddling their young. I am not exsactly a baby anymore so I approch the bars at the front of our home for a better look.

The "peoples" are already making huddles at the seperation point; two high wooden boxes with a small, long metal fence running between them. Their skins are a rainbow of colours, including some glipses of pink. Here I think our "keepers", the green skins, judge them. If they pass they get to walk around in the space outside the bars, getting close enough to touch.

I sometimes wonder what's on the other side of the seperation point. Why would these people ever want to trap themselves in here? The space outside the bars is almost the same...although I know that's not true. For one thing, outside is much nicer, honey colouered roads leed to many farther places, some of which include beautiful lights, mini waterfalls, delisious food...also they can leave whenever they want. Seems too good to be true.

Then there are the cages, our cages. I don't understand why we are so interesting. I think they are more interesting, with their colour fur that keeps changing, and weird language they speak. The younger ones make funny faces and try to copy us. The elders say it's to annoy us, humiliate us, but they also say these people are like us in secret way.That's why I always try to watch them, try to find a mother, or me in their faces. Brown fur underneath their skins, handy feet like mine, but all I see are people.

I startle to alert as the hard bell rings, signaling the start of the flow of people. As a old and young people start banding on my cage, trying to get my attention, all I can do is look into their eyes.

Eyes that look so much like mine.

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