Felix found himself being carried into the back room of the pound. He was strapped down onto a ice cold metal table. A twoleg held a needle in one of his paws. it moved closer to Felix's bod. He closed his eyes, afraid of what might happen next. He felt a sharp pain in his side. This is the end, he thought. He had heard that any cat that was to be brought back here, never came back out alive.
But then he felt himself being carried again. Very gently, almost careful. He opened his eyes again, he wasn't dead. the twoleg was carrying him toward the door. He he saw it open, then he was put on onto the ground. Safe, firm, dirt, ground. Not a metal cage. Wide open space, fresh air! He had been freed from the torture chamber. the twoleg let him go. "Well," he said to himself, "maybe not all twolegs are bad."
Leaving the Torture Chamber.
- Hawk of the Missing Desert
- Closed
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