Voices calling....

He looked around helplessly with his big liquid black eyes

mamma, mamma, where are you?

Am here my son, right here. Don't worry.

Where mamma, I can't see you. 

We are in different rooms baby. 

Why mamma, why I am not with you. I am so scared. Come to me please.

I so wish baby. But I am surrounded with ugly looking grey bars. I can't even turn around.

Mamma, I want to get out of here. This place is not good.

What do you see around baby? Are there metal bars like mine.

No mamma, there is a wooden boards painted in red and green, and there is this dirty blue color wall. I am lying in stinky mud and there is a chain around my neck which is hooked to the wall. It is very heavy mamma, and it is painful. Please come and get me mamma.

Baby, I have tried so many times to break free. I have injured myself  but I have been unable. I am so sorry.

Mamma, there are others as well beside me. they look exactly like me. Are they my brothers and sisters?

I don't know baby. I have had many kids but I never got to see them.

Why mamma? Are we bad?

Ohh, no baby. You are my sweetest little kid.

Mamma, I am so hungry. Will you not feed me with your warm milk?

I am so sorry baby. These two legged animals have attached machine to me. They steal my milk every day. They milk me and fill the trucks with it and then go away.

Who are they mamma? And where do they take your milk?

They are humans baby. And I am not sure where do they take my milk. They say they need my milk more than my own kids. They make cheese and various stuff out of it, which I do not understand. They also say I will be hamburger one day. I don't know what it is.

Mamma, mamma, my door has just opened. They must be bringing me to you. I am coming to see you mamma.

Yes baby, keep calling me. I can hear your voice getting closer to me.

Mamma, they are pulling my neck hard, it hurts a lot. I can't even hear you clearly. They are taking me outside, far from you.

Try to come to my voice baby, and be strong.

I can't mamma. they hit me hard when I try. AAAWWWW...OOOUUCCHH

Oh no, my baby. kick them baby.

I can't mamma, they are holding me hard.

Try baby .

Mamma, they have an ugly looking hammer. They are raising it over my head. WHAT DO I DO MAMMA?

 Run baby, run.

I can't mamma. They are raising it over my head.

No baby, try and run my darling.

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Son, are you there baby.

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Baby, say something.

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*cries*


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