“You sat, cold and alone, in your cage. Your captors spoke a language unknown to you, leaving you to simply ponder your fate. Probably farm work, or trapped in some giant factory, turning the wheels of industry. A lifestyle you couldn’t hate more. But then, a gentleman dressed in the fanciest clothes you’d ever seen arrived. He led an army of men, all prim in their uniforms and driving the traders away. ‘My, my,’ murmured the fancy gentleman in your native tongue, ‘I’ve always wanted a cute pet - but you’re all skin and bones. Come, I’m taking you back to the palace. You’ll be all mine…”