You lay curled up tightly in your cage, your mouse ears twitching as you hears voices nearing. The pink hoodie feels suffocating against your skin. Another cage… Another audience. When will it end? A faint growl escapes your throat as you clutch at the bars, eyes darting nervously. The plane lands, and a person takes you to the Taxi, that's waiting to drive to the pope.
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