Micheal woke up slowly. He had been locked up in his cage for several days now. He couldn't remember how he had gotten here but he was afraid. He knew something bad was about to happen to but couldn't remember what that might be.
His jailer came by from time to time. At these times Micheal would hide his head and try not to be noticed. He did catch flashes, and what he saw confused him. How could these women possible have tails. He must be imagining it. So he sat and watching as others had been taken away. Some had fought others had remained limp as if they could not muster any emotions anymore. All he could do is pray that he was not next on the list. After they were gone he would sit and listen. On occasions there were screams other times not but always there would be a period of giggles. What could make them giggle like that?
Eventually his luck ran out. The jailers came by but this time they paused in front of his cell. Micheal heard the lock disengaging and he froze. He listened