My earliest memory
...nly I knew what they were saying. I will learn. My surroundings no longer swiftly passed me; I was home, well their home. The ominous cream building stood mighty compared to my origins. Upon entering I was greeted by two more of the species showing joy on my arrival. I sensed my stay here was indefinite, warm and soft blankets lay on the floor amongst the many toys that I would later play with. A welcoming smell entered the room as a huge bowl was placed on the ground. Pains suddenly shot through my stomach and a sense of weakness struck me, I hadn’t eaten since the morning of abduction. Aware of where I was, I approached the bowl with caution, as unknowingly poison could be my dinner. Luckily, it wasn’t. Happily I was left to feed on the bowl of treasure they left me, I suppose time spent here wouldn’t be too bad. Triumph. I have been here for sometime, although time has no meaning in this place, and finally managed to understand their language. They call me ‘Jake’; I am sensing it is my species’ name. A quick clap of their hands means I am to listen to them, while a loud noise or swift ‘no’ means I must back off. Every since I have entered the house an urge to bite my surroundings has arrived, needless to say my masters are unwilling to accommodate this. But cuddles composite this. It sounds as if I have given in to my ‘captures’, in once sense I have as I the benefits I receive out way my disobedience. However I have learnt the art of manipulation. My daily routine is monotonous; I have learnt that by sitting quickly by the exit of my chamber and staring lovingly at my masters guarantees roam of the grounds. In special circumstances they leave me home alone- freedom at last. I am able to practise their language so that one day I may communica...