All right, this chapter is so, so...sad! It made me cry!
The chapter describes the worst cruelty Randall had to endure.
3. Out of the woods, into the lab
Randall sat on the bare metal cage floor, staring blankly at the other cages in front of him. The
hunter who set the trap didn’t wanted him because he didn’t had any fur, so he sold him to a lab
named “Covance.” Each cage had a macaque and nothing else. Some of the macaques were
rocking, spinning and even back-flipping from lack of space. Randall tried to get a bit of shut-
eye but it wasn’t easy since the radio was blaring all the time and the constant shouting of the
experimenters. Randall gave up on sleeping and thought about what to do. If the cage wasn’t the
bare minimum, he could have paced around. He listed everything blue.
The sky, bluebirds, his tail, the ocean, Sullivan.
He listed things that are green.
Grass, trees, moss, frogs, plants, Wazowski.
He listed things that were purple, orange, yellow and pink. After that, he was bored.
The cage seemed to be closing into him, trapping him. He wanted to stick his head out and
scream,
“HELP! The world is coming to an end!”
Suddenly the door swung open and in came
two experimenters.
“Get subject #5736.” One experimenter said. The other experimenter nodded and went over to Randall’s cage. Randall growled. The cage door opened and a hand shot in, grabbing Randall’s legs. Randall growled ferociously and struggled. The other hand
shot in, grabbing Randall’s neck. They dragged him out of the cage in an uncomfortable position.
They dragged him over to a female experimenter with this some sort of eye dropper thing, except
it was bigger and filled with a pink fluid.
“Come on!” The experimenter snarled. “Get that
animal over here.”
“I will if he will stop struggling!” said the experimenter who was holding Randall. Randall growled and struggled harder, slapping his tail against the experimenter’s leg.
“Why you little **! My gosh don’t touch me, I hate that!”
“Well I hate this!” Randall growled.
“Get the **** animal over here!” said the experimenter holding the eyedropper.
The experimenters wrenched open Randall’s mouth.
“Come on!” one experimenter said. “ram it
down.”
“Yeah, I’ll ram it down his **** throat.”
Randall felt a tube going down his throat,
down to his stomach. He felt the hot liquid pour down into his stomach. The experimenters
cursed and made fun of Randall, but he ignored it. But then one experimenter said something
that Randall couldn’t ignore.
“He’s evil, evil!”
Randall felt a sharp twang of sadness when he
heard that word. Evil? That is what the other monsters think of reptilian monsters. Reptile
monsters weren’t evil. Just misunderstood, and now the humans think he’s evil? After a few
hours of being like that, the tube came out. Randall snapped his jaws at the experimenter. The
experimenter jumped.
“He tried to bite me!”
Randall bared his fangs at the experimenter. The
experimenter shook her fist at Randall.
“You tried to bite me! I’ll remember that!” Randall
glared at the experimenter.
“And I’ll remember your ugly face!”
The experimenters dragged Randall back to his cage and threw—literally threw—him in.
“We’ll be back for you,” One experimenter threatened. “Oh we’ll be back.”
The experimenters wandered off to find a monkey
for more painful experiments. Randall noticed the macaques staring at him. He clenched his teeth. "WHAT ARE YOU GUYS LOOKING AT?!!" The macaques went on minding their own buisiness. Randall fell to the floor of the cage and groaned. No words could
describe his misery, nor could it describe the burning pain in his stomach.