Once upon a time, my owner Rosie and I, wait is that her name? Well, anyways, we were waiting at the bus stop together to go to work, my mommy's work. I snuggled next to her, and my gold, silky fur rubbed against her rose red dress. It was the best feeling in the world.
The bus came, and Rosie and I got on.
I shivered next to Rosie like a scared little pup. I was so scared, scared for her! I knew she hated this whole "inquality" thing, wait, is that the word? What would she do anyway?
Maam, you and your little pup over there will have to sit in the back.
I cried with fear. This was like a scary horror movie. I was terrified, terrified for my Rosie! I would feel the fear swim inside around her, she was boiling.
No, I refuse! There are seats in the front, I will sit in the front!
Rosie cried tears of true pain. She was heart broken and I was too. Whatever she was, I was. Her tears were my tears. Her pup was me.
Get off my bus, this instant!
Rosie was locked up in a dark and dirty jail cell. It was a horrifying experience, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I cried and cried. I knew Rosie would get out someday, somehow. And this cruel world would allow her a comfy, nice seat on the bus.