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Submitted to Contest #319
For weeks I have laid on this stone floor, only a small patch of hay to act as my bed. I spent most of my time daydreaming about my younger years, living in the forest where things were so much simpler. Eating wild animals and doing as I pleased, not bothered by anything or anyone. As I roamed those familiar forest paths and pawed and scraped at the moss that covered all the trees, I never thought my life would meet its end in a city like this. These people I had never seen or heard of, yet they knew so much about me. They talked about me ...
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