The vile furless mammals filed into the sterile, white room as we sat huddled together under bright lights that burned our vision. We nervously watched our tormentors as they entered the room, bearing their fangs with glee. The 28 of us were brought here to be their entertainment.
We were born on a far away land. Life was peaceful. Our only worry were the random rouge seals that managed to slip through the crack in the glacier that protected our oasis. We enjoyed our lives and loved our home. On a crisp cold and lazy afternoon, after a ritual swim and meal, the members of my rookery were trapped in nets and transported to this hot, landlocked world where our pure glacial sea was just a distant memory.
Cooing noises brought my attention back to the present. The ugly mammals circled while making annoying sounds. One of the smaller mammals yelled, threatening to run at us, until larger one pull it back. A bucket of cold, stale, dead fish clatters as it is set on the ground by a mammal who feeds us. The youngest of our group, hiding at the center of our cluster, chirped in fear. We have no way to console him for we all will fall victim to these creatures. At the same time everyday, we are put on display to be poked and fondled. Little mammals scream at us. The larger ones kick us if we nip at the little monsters. Day in and day out it is the same abuse.
Over the time of our imprisionment, hatred for these beasts has grown. They stole us from our home and force us to be slaves to mammals who get joy from touching us. If I could, I would kill every one of these creatures and wouldn’t care if that meant I would starve to death alone in my enclosure, never finding freedom. Revenge would be achieved and my family could escape.
One of the mammals who took us from our home was the “keeper” for the day. I despised him the most for he was the one who stepped on my mate, instantly snapping her neck as he tried to capture me. I over heard him telling one of the other captors that her murder was an “accident”…
“Oh my, aren’t you just the cutest? I could just eat you up.” An old female mammal said as she towered over me, interrupting my dreams of pecking holes in the “keepers” dead face with my beak. She bent over and lifted me from the ground with one of her paws, effectively hitting me with an extraordinarily large cloth bag draped across her body in the process. A caw of surprise escaped me. My family looked at me with concern. The old mammal was the first to cross the line. Now all the other mammals saw it as an opportunity to grab one of us. The “keeper” tried to keep things under control, but there was only one of him and we were out numbered by these disgusting creatures. I watched in horror as my sister was picked up by two monsters who looked identical. They each had one of her wings in their hands and were tugging in opposite directions. If this old beast did not have me captured in her claw, I would kill the both of them. Alas, there was nothing I could do. Nothing any of us could do. We were all swept up into the demonic paws of these mammals.
I hated her, this old mammal. Almost as much as the “keeper”. A foul odor escaped her mouth as she breathed heavily on me. Her breath smelled like fish were rotting in her teeth. Revolted, I watched as the upper set shifted and moved behind her lip. It was as of though her teeth were not connected and somehow floating in her mouth. The mammal repulsed me, her skin was folded and falling from her body. She was ugliest mammal that I had ever seen.
The old beast rubbed her face on my feathers. My nicely preened feathers were left caked with a clay-like film.
“You are all mine.” She said with a serious smile, showing off her big obnoxious teeth. Dropping the stick that she held in her other paw, she reached for the large bag that hung across her amorphous body. The stick clattered to the ground. No one but my family noticed the noise. Terror filled their eyes as they realized that there was nothing they could do to save me. This beast was going to take me away from those I loved.
“Now be a good little penguin and be quiet. You are going somewhere very special.” She puckered her lips and lifted me to her face. I had interpreted her actions incorrectly. She wasn’t going to abscond me. This old beast was going to eat me! The mammals were reckless, but not to this extent. Never has one of our tormentors tried to eat us.
The sagging flesh of her neck wobbled as her head came closer. She locked her big, blue eyes onto me. Her claws, which looked frail, squeezed me so hard, I feared that I may explode. Her eyes were all I could focus on, and oh how she stared at me with those ugly orbs with the whites that were filled with little red worms.
The eyes of fish were soft and mushy. My sharp beak had no trouble pulling them from the sockets. I knew what must be done to prevent from being eaten by this old beast.
I bit first.
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