Retarded Animals Novels & Stories

I knew that I had to act fast to save these innocent creatures before it was too late. I could see large rats being put into mazes, forced to run through a series of obstacles and electric shocks. I could see that there were several dogs caged and forced to run on a wheel, their muscles were atrociously overworked. I also saw a number of pigeons, their wings clipped, as they were being tested for their cognitive abilities. They were being forced to peck at a touchscreen, and a shock was delivered each time they made a mistake.

It was a rather innocent question that screamed I-do-not-want-to-talk-about-this-right-now! She chuckled, “Oh, God, no, I’m too old for that.” Did I also add that I now hated the word old? Yes. Yes I do. “I shall be turning Eighty in a few days, Alpha.” At Eighty, elderly wolves have to retire to a retirement home. The age was wired to make them weak, no matter what their rank in the hierarchy was. It was going to be the same for every wolf. Alpha Tauren was at least 78 but I couldn’t wait to send him into that retirement home before he’s even eighty. His likes didn’t deserve to roam around.