Four miserable tiny animals sat in their respective jars. The master, monster, whatever, he had left and it was late now.
The giraffe couldn’t stop crying. She had eventually cried herself to sleep.
Sylvia the wolf laid on the bottom of her jar and stared at the giraffe. She would avenge her. Somehow. This bastard would pay.
Erik the flamingo sat in musky stale air and pondered death. Would it really be so bad? It would be better than living as a toy in a jar, waiting for whatever cruelty a psychopath had waiting. His unselfish heart wouldn’t let him stop thinking about the others, though.
The camel... Reham was furious. The air was stale and scented with dried cum. She felt disgusting. She couldn’t even imagine what the other three were thinking. She stood up, her humps brushing the lid of her jar, and with all the strength and rage she could muster she threw her back legs out and slammed them into the glass. There was a popping sound, she looked back to see a small chip out of the glass. The other three animals were now all focused on her, even the poor giraffe staring with breathless anticipation.
Letting out an angry chuff, the camel kicked again. Crack! She kicked again and again, slamming hard cloven hooves into the jar. Crack! One last kick smashed the glass out behind her and there was a terrible shattering destruction as broken glass and the lid of the jar fell apart around her and collapsed. The camel stood and shook shards of glass out of her fur before standing triumphantly in the shelf and taking a heavy drink of clean fresh air.
The other three animals stared at her in excited delight. Maybe misplaced hope.
Reham trotted over and started with Erik. She pulled her heavy body over the side of the jar and grabbed the lid in her front legs tightly. She grunted, twisted, and pried the lid loose. Off it came, releasing the flamingo.
Erik happily tipped over his jar and emerged on shaky legs, trembling. He paused to give the big camel a big winged hug before they quickly made their way to the wolf.
Again, Reham used her camel body as leverage and opened the jar lid. The wolf tipped her jar and emerged, nodding to the two other animals.
Finally, the giraffe. Her jar was large enough to accommodate her tremendous height. To the other animals, she was a giant. This meant they would have to tip her over. Carefully, they nudged the back of the jar and with the giraffe’s help they managed to tip her on her side. The lid was far too big for Reham to twist.
She began kicking the glass, and after three good taps to the side the jar began to crack. Another final kick shattered the side out and the three others helped the tall giraffe out. Together, they moved away from all the broken glass and sat together for a moment on the shelf to take stock of themselves.
Unable to speak to each other, unable to speak at all, emotions and gestures became communication. The flamingo, wolf, and camel all embraced and cuddled the giraffe. She nuzzled them in return, craning her long neck, and put her front hood into the middle of their group. The others took a moment and nodded to each otter. The wolf put her paw over the giraffe’s big hoof. The flamingo dipped his wing in, and Reham gently placed her hoof into the circle.
All four stared at each other solemnly and seriously. They each nodded. They were in this nightmare together.