Saving Mickey

The frail mouse hobbled to the corner of the cage, the bright glow from the latest injection evident. The animal rights activist’s sighs at the sight of this creature make me shiver; the horror penetrates my skull as I hold onto the edges of the table, about to faint. This was a Franken lab, built like a complex maze to keep us curious intruders out. A drip of water from the animal’s water bottle formed, beckoning to be released, hanging there tenuously while we developed our crude, impetuous plan to release the animals wanting to prowl in the wild again.

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