"No. Thank you." If I wanted to see lobotomy equipment I'd look in a museum, he shivered. Deciding the handler creeped him out more than the animals, he tried moving away.
"One more thing, sir," she called after him. "We do house some real animals among with our clients, to help them pick up the natural behaviours. See if you can guess which ones they are. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"I doubt anything would pleasantly suprise me about this place," he muttered to himself, crouching to examine the first cage he found. A black and white dog met his eyes through the glass. A plaque on the side of the cage pronounced it a female border collie, with an apparent age of 3 years, and a 'creation date' marked 10 months ago.
It reared up onto its back legs and stood on them unsteadily, paws held out infront of it. It began to howl a song. There was a look of desperation in its eyes. It made him quietly nauseous.
Eventually the tuneful howling ceased, and the dog returned to all fours, watching him hopefully. "Well... A for effort. Try that one with my wife," Mike said through the glass. "Although it looks like she's already got herself a performing monkey."
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