In years past, I've been disguised as a lobster and boiled in water, dressed in pink and made to prance about in a most humiliating fashion. I've been fed to a primate and suffered a shark attack. These wicked humans have tortured me, stripped me of my doghood, and left me without a shred of dignity.
This Halloween, my circumstances have grown even more fowl. The former sea creature that dwells with the humans has undergone a drastic evolution. It has grown legs and lungs. Fins have morphed into wings. Sickly yellow feathers now cover its once slimy self.
At first I celebrated this transformation. It's beastly nature softened and it developed a strange affection for me. It brought me under its wing, offering a shell of protection from the vile humans who keep me. For a time, life here was tolerable.
But then things changed. I saw the evil spark return to its eyes. It's once-friendly cluck turned cannibalistic. Although I have managed to survive this long, others of my kind have not fared so well. I shudder to think of their final moments inside that razor-sharp beak.