Only a Money-Nexus world could place animals in cages this way. They were born for freedom, to feel the calling of the wind and live full lives in the wild. What has been taken from creation? From God?
The giraffe in the paddock leaned its long neck over toward its mother, resting its head against her silky fur and half closing its eyes in bliss. Terri was mesmerized by their shape, so elegant, beautiful. Their pattern was like a rich chestnut painted on golden cream and their heads were art. She watched them, ears like cuddly toys moving according to their mood. She couldn't quite get over their legs, so stretched looking but strong at the same time. Then as if right on cue the smaller giraffe looked her way, its eyes a rich brown. It reminded her of that time a beluga whale had eyed her at the aquarium. Then she knew why - it was the moment she realized that there was someone in there, someone sentient.