“500 for the fire demon,” came a gruff voice from outside the wooden crate I laid trapped in.
“Only 500? Come on! You won’t find another creature like this on the planet. And she can do tricks. It’d fit in right with your circus,” replied another man with a high pitched wavering voice.
“600 is my last offer. I have better things at my circus than some odd fox cat.”
There was a moment of silence while my owner thought the deal over. Such treachery could not be forgiven. I thought the man cared about me. I thought I was more than just…just…property that could be bought and sold without feeling. Curling up in a ball, I used my thick white tail as a cushion and went to sleep hoping the nightmare I was witnessing would end.
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