Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Out of the FP and into the F

In no time at all, the van stopped, the doors slid open and the guards got out. I heard a ringing sound, voices, clattering. Then I was lifted up, carried through a big blue door and when I opened my eyes, I was in a house, in a room. And in a cage.

I could see her sitting on a sofa, chatting with the guards. Pretty soon, she stood up and they left the room. The door closed and she walked back in. It was just the two of us now. I could take on this bird and break her in no time at all. I settled down in a corner and stared.

But she didn't look at me, didn't speak to me and just picked up the paper. What was wrong with the woman? Ignorant cow, I thought.

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