A mere pet, thats what you are, not even givin a real name, just called "Foxie" and oggled over. it's not pleasent to be so small, even if you are given more protection. Your current owner just bought you from the city shop and you know hardly anything about him/her, just that wearing heavy clothing in a hot jungle makes it a wierdo.
You squirm as the delicate cage rubs against your owners thigh as they walk. You've been caged all your life, the first thing you remember is being in one, and being bought and sold nearly a dozen times as people got bored of having a small fur to play with. As such you have developed quiet a low self estime. You sit down and wait, looking through the bars at the huge jungle all around you, fearsome, but those who live there have no cages
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