What follows is an original short story written by Baron von Gosu.
Reluctantly he opened his eyes. He was right, nothing had changed. The cage door was still closed, the stench of hundreds of others still clung to him no matter how he buried his nose in his arms, and the constant jabbering of his neighbors was still loud as all get out. The dishes in the far corner of his cage were still empty and would be until the short fat man returned at some point later in the day. He yawned and curled back up into a ball preparing to go back to sleep when the big door burst open.