Speak
He had to focus. Whatever they did, he couldn't let them win. He was still Animal, not animal, as long as he could hold on to his sense of self, to words…
Dr Dillamond. He was a doctor, though currently he couldn't say of what. Teacher, yes, he taught at that school, with the vine covered walls…fields of grass…green. Why was green familiar, important? Very important.
A green face filled his vision. This was it, she was his hope, though he couldn't quite understand her words. He tried to form a response, he had to seize his chance -
"Baaaa!"
