R U N
for exit of tent. Man with gun fire at you.
r u n
You leave tent, people of crowd scream as you do. You jump over tiny stool for baby elephant. You go pasting your cage of doom.
No time to contemplate soul.
Men chase you. Keep chasing you. Chase you to forest.
You keep running.
You not hearing men now.
Ground turn to snow ground.
Forest is cold. But not cold like soul in cage. You keep walking into forest. It is nice. You feeling safe.
You see bird in tree. He make noise at you.
You sit in snow.
You choose to…