
They imprisoned me, tortured me for weeks, non us know what either of us are saying, there language is different than any language that I have come across, never in my life have I ever seen a language that compromises of screams, blowing raspberry, and on occasions spiting to make the communication effective. I tried to talk to them, trying to tell them that I mean no harm to them, and that I was lost in a cave, and that for some reason, when I got out of the cave I stumbled upon the Gold Town of Midgets. It was like a toddler trying to say that he wants to go out to play and that he is hungry, my communication skills were reduced to crying and hand gestures, a lot of hand gestures. How could I possibly tell them that I am not dangerous and that they can trust me to leave this gold town as soon as they let me out of this cage.
Felt like caged bird, with all this gold couldn’t they have built a proper prison, no, how could they? felt degraded, humiliated, not because of the prison but because I was captured by impotent tiny humans. I tried convincing them for days, but with no progress, and so I decided to enjoy my new home. I stopped crying and making a fool of myself with the hand gestures. It’s been a year since I was imprisoned, I’ve got to say that this is a true life of a king, I was fed 3 meals a day, bathed, entertained by the shows that they make in front of me. I was basically their ruler, except for the cage, and no orders were actually given by me to them. After spending 3 years in the Land of Gold, I am sorry to say this but I have to continue traveling, at this point I’ve forgotten where I was headed. I cannot stay here anymore, it is so peaceful, and numbing.
I gathered my belongings and opened the prison door, and headed out of the Land of Gold, singing as I stepped out of their land…….
