Post by gdove on May 28, 2010 9:43:05 GMT -5
I sat in the alley, the night air cool on my fur.
"I want a body like that again," I said, as the creature walked past, unaware of the many eyes watching him from the alleyway. It had a short nose, pale,furless skin, hands, and most importantly, thumbs. My audience would call it an Upright. I would call it a human.
"Why on Earth would you want that as your body?" asked one of the audience members, a confused look on his face.
"You have a snout for smelling, four legs for running, sharp teeth for hunting, and a tail. Uprights have none of these-They cannot run like we do, or hunt like we do. They are soft and weak. Why would you want a body like that?" Asked another.
I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment, knowing the dogs would not understand. They would never know the joy of being human, of being able to live, free and happy. To sleep in a warm bed rather than a damp alleyway. To eat a warm meal instead of garbage. Of all the simple things I had taken for granted.
But I could not live like that anymore. Why?
Because I was a dog.