Shouts and pounding feet fill the air behind me as I run for cover. I hear the cries of many. Men, women, children. Some even laugh! I am being pursued by a fleet of males, all dressed in black attire with exceptionally shiny shoes. Incase you are wondering, I'm being chased for my lack of attire. Apparently humans wear clothes. I did not know this. They are not customary where I come from.A few loud whistles ring as I run, and soon I round the bend and run between two buildings. I am much faster than them, even in my human. I jump over the plastic barrels which smell like they contain garbage, and I leap high. My hands and feet find the holes in the fence of metal links and I scurry across in search of cover. Some day, I'll laugh at this. Right now though, right now is Hella stressful. Before we get into the now though, I'd like to tell you a little story. A story about how I got here in the first place, as you've probably already figure
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