All Living Things Small Animal Cage Novels & Stories

Many times it has been called innocent with a touch of mischief and that's all. I do not know if it is that little mischief that forced me to search the cartons in the room. My mouth hung open when I realized that there were weapons inside the stuffed dolls. Some of them, I did not understand but I know a gun when I see one - not a toy gun. A real gun. I also know a pen knife used to carve chickens in pieceful gatherings which is always used to carve higher animals when the need arises. Yesterday and two days before, it was just water I had. I don't know if it is what my captor understands by change of meal or maybe she is punishing me for the sins she knows I will commit.

<<34>> * There will always be a way. * **** ---- Mia ---- I didn't know when I actually fell asleep... All I knew was, I found myself in the dream Land. I was in a very large cage... Similar to a bed cage as I could see what was going on outside. The cage was hung up in such a way that I could view everything going on beneath. I was alone in that cage... Tied up and looking so malnourished and weak.

My eyes were brimming with tears before we even got to Adrian’s cage. He was at the end. We all paused in front of his cage. He was curled up in the back, in a dark corner. He didn’t see us at first. The cage had a small bed and a table with crayons and paper on it. Streamers hung from the ceiling and there were framed paintings of jungle animals on the walls. There was a small bookstand with children’s books in it. The bedspread was bright blue and it had little white sailboats on it. It looked like a child’s bedroom.

The cage the girl was shoved into was small, but clean. There was no rust or sharp edges on the wire cage. There was nothing at all in the cage except for a thin blanket that separated her skin from the wire mesh. In this cage she could barely stand up, she couldn’t fully stretch out, she could only really only sit with the blanket wrapped around her small shoulders.

“In my mouth!” The Daniel Colefax rescue and re-homing centre was set back from the road a little and comprised of a number of squat buildings behind which sat around forty individual kennels. Small, rectangular cages with a small run and shed-like structure for the animals to shelter from the weather. Lonnie was already cutting the grass out front, raising a hand to them as he made lines in the lawns.

So people just noticed Jayden's appearance. "I think from yesterday Felicia hasn't commented on anything. She didn't say I'm handsome or anything." Jayden stroked his own hair. He only responds to the comments of his classmates and juniors simply or with a little joke. He rushed to the elevator to get to the top floor, where the cages for the research animals were located. Deliberately put at the top because sometimes there are odors from research animals that can be annoying. Even though the room is air conditioned and closed, sometimes the smell of animals can still be smelled. Moreover, many have researched using animals such as rats or mice, rabbits and guinea pigs.

Along with teddy-bears that the child will drown in, I think we’ll be alright in the toys and clothes department. I’ve also started looking at cribs and things and damn – those things are freaking expensive! I’ve only managed to buy this really beautiful wooden crib which have animal carvings all along the borders and feet. The cage-thingies are even little paw-prints. It’s adorable! I think we’re going for the animal theme here, you know – because I’m having a puppy. :P Lace was the muffin thief by the way. Yes-you-did Hailstorm

He knew Milo spent his lunch hour in the most secluded corner of the botanical garden, eating a ham sandwich his mother had clearly packed with love. Jax watched the back of Milo’s head. From this angle, he could see the soft, downy hair at the nape of his neck and the way his small ears turned pink when the professor called on him. Jax’s hands, resting on his muscular thighs, twitched with a restless energy. He felt like a lion watching a butterfly—fascinated by the fragility, terrified that one wrong move would crush it. Later that afternoon, the indirect interaction Jax had been craving finally manifested.

It's because there are so many of them. Row after row of wolves are trapped in cages stacked 4 tall, the bottoms open grates with a thin barrier of cardboard. Each cage is barely tall enough for each wolf to stand on four legs without pressing against the gleaming silver. Many of the wolves have singed fur from where their flesh accidentally hit the bars. This isn’t a prison, it’s a pen. And there are facilities like this hidden all over the country. This can’t be allowed to continue. One way or another, I’m bringing a stop to this.

The door was locked. Through a small window in the door, I caught a glimpse of a large room filled with shipping crates and makeshift holding cells. There were several small cages inside the room like they were keeping animals but instead they were keeping women inside. Their faces were pale in fear. Many of them looked below sixteen. My jaw clenched as I took in the scene.