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“They’re looking at me!” They want to take me home!” I say to my new friends in this strange glass home. Yes, those people are definitely pointing at at ME and now someone is lifing me up and putting me in a box. Aah, to feel loved, to have a real home again. I will miss this place a little bit, with its everyday excitement and quiet, dark nights.

During the day, there is always something going on…people wandering around, picking up bright colored things and putting them into their bags, talking and laughing with the people behind the counters. Every so often someone will stare at me and my neighbors. Some look sad, probably hoping that we’ll all find good homes, whiles other tap on the glass and wait for us to move. I’m not complaining, though. I’ve only been here a day or two and so far it’s been very pleasant. In a way it’s easier than my life before, though I’m starting to forget about that life. I used to have to worry about finding food and protecting myself. Here, I get three squares a day and hours of entertainment. I just sit back and watch the show.

But honestly, I’m happy to move on. My neighbors come and go so quickly that I never really have a chance to get to know them. And most of them aren’t such great company anyhow. They are angry and sad - upset tha thtey were taken away from their families. I, myself, am an optimist and am looking forward to an exciting future with my human companions.

I feel them carry me out of the store and though I can’t see anything, I feel them put my box down on something and then I hear the motor run. I listen to the murmur of voices talking in a matter-of-fact tones and let the sloshing motion lull me to sleep. I’m happy.

I wake up to teh sight of dazzling lights and glimmering granite countertops. Giant stainless steel appliances and brilliant wood floors that look like they’ve been polished for hours. Wow - these people are rich! I can’t wait to see what kind of home they have for me. I try not to think about it too much but I feel so happy, so lucky, so grateful, that I can’t help but feel a stab of guilt for my friends and family left behind. They’re out there eeking out a living in the wild, and here I am, living the high life. I wish I could call them and bring them here. But I can’t. I won’t be ungrateful. I’ll appreciate everything!

I look up eagerly at my new “owner” (what else can I can him? Dad? : ) ) He’s a nice looking man with graying hair and what looks to be a cashmere sweater. I want to reach out and touch him. He gingerly picks me up and smiles at me as he says “You’re going to be a tasty lobster!”

My mind goes blank like the white fog of steam I’m entering. I feel a sharp stab of pain as my body plummets into the pot of scalding hot water and everything goes black.