Cages, cages, everywhere

“it must be stupid” said someone.
“retarded, maybe?” suggested another.

Little theodore pushed his way up to the front of the crowd.
“what’s all the big commotion about?” he exclaimed, looking about to all the grown adults about him as he nimbly weaved his way through the tangle of their legs.

“We’re letting the critter go,” Lumberjack Jack rumbled. “Mayor’s been talkin’ ’bout progress or somethin’..”
several people laughed.

Getting through the forest of lower-bodied appenditure, Theodore winced as he came face to face with the village dog.

“Ye think he’d have the brains to leave or at least move since his mangy father was last kept in a kennel on this same spot” Burrich the Butcher muttered. More bellows of laughter from the general crowd ensued.

Theodore shifted uncomfortably. If the men here were really trying to aid the dog in leaving the village to be free, surely they wouldn’t be just standing around imprisoning it with their bodies instead? Surely they wouldn’t be intimidating it with their laughter and jeers? Theodore looked sadly at the little dog. Sure, it had never had a hand laid on it unlike its father, or whip for that matter, but anyone could see that the poor dog had lived its whole life watching its own father be whipped by the village men for amusement and cruelty. If anything, Theodore thought it was rather smart of the dog to be wary of the men, though albeit sad. As the dog whinnied and brought its head up, Theodore and the dog locked eyes for a moment, and Theo was struck but how familiar the look it gave was. The dog appeared scared, much like Theodore was when his dad would beat his mum.

Risking the disapproval of all those about, Theo lifted a hand, and intended to pat the dog. Overly reminiscent of other gestures that were not as well-intentioned however, the little dog cowered, trembled, and shied away. Theo was saddened.

Being called home for dinner, Theo weaved through the swath of legs once more before turning back to give the dog one last look of of sadness, and regret before heading home. Upon reaching home, Theo was struck by something he saw. For the first time in his life, Theo noticed his mother’s outdoor shoes were cracking in all sorts of places in their leather; clear signs of a sore lack of use. Stepping into the house, Theo wondered quietly to himself if the little dog would ever find the courage to beat the fear the village men had instilled in it; A fear not quite unlike the fear the village man, called his father, had instilled in his mum.

penned. 02/03/2014 12.24pm

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