You look up as there is a grinding noise, you see light stream in as the roof is pushed off, almost blinking you peer up and see.. a tawny striped orange paw, immense and covered with a thin plastic. A voice shakes you "WHY DO I ALWASE HAVE TO CLEAN IT" The paw in plastic keep comming down and a new voice answers "Because It's one of your pets, and you don't want it to get sick chained outside" The Tiger paw grabs a huge chunk of the straw and the befoulment, lifting them high and away "But.. But... YOU SAID IT WAS A FAMILY MEMBER,WE SHOULD SHARE THE DUTIES" The comment is responded to you flatly "Now it is, it started as your pet though" A crazy thought fills your mind, maybe you can get outahere by staying in the straw pile, picked up by acciden't and put out with the trash... either that or it's time to run back.
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