water, sometimes hoping the killer would choose her to be the next one.
“It is far less painful,’’ she thought, “to die with a blow to the head rather than starving to
death. Just one hit and it will be done. Maybe it won’t even hurt.’’ She waited till her fur was no
longer smooth. Her eyes were cloudy and tired. She became the rest of them, the death prisoners.
Finally, after one week, the day came. When the man took her out of the cage like what he
did to the rabbit a week ago, Polly did not kick or scream. She did not struggle because she was to
some extent looking forward to her death. Moreover, she has no energy after a week without food
and water.
“Kill me quickly. Just do it.’’
It took forever for the man to slam her onto the table. When she was lifted above the man’s
head, Polly’s eyes met the eyes of another polecat. Interestingly, those eyes were full of power.
They reminded Polly her children.
Is it an illusion? Polly saw herself at the corner with her children. They were well-fed and
playful. They were frolicking, like what they did a week ago. Polly suddenly felt ashamed of
herself. She was too selfish to give up her life easily. Maybe she had the choice in giving up her
life, but not her children’s life.
The adrenaline rush gave the power for her to sink her canines into the man’s hand. The man
screamed in agony as the blood drops onto the dark red floor. He tried to slam Polly onto the table,
but he realized that it was more painful to swing her in the air. He tried to force open Polly’s mouth
but it was useless. Polly was enjoying the taste of blood. She was enjoying the taste of revenge.
The chaos awakened the animals in the hut. They barked and hissed. Everyone was trying to
break through the cages for freedom and revenge. Several dogs succeeded in banging the cage
open, but the man was too busy dealing with Polly.
Polly finally released her jaw because she had bitten off a finger. She was dropped onto the
floor and she jumped out of the window. The man got up and went to the door, but there were
already several hungry dogs waiting for him.
Polly had no time to turn back to see how the huge dogs tear off the skin of the man. She was
running non-stop towards the desert. She wanted to see her children. Maybe they were still alive.
Maybe the wolves had not found them. May be they were crying in the dark, waiting for mummy
to come back.
Unfortunately, her body could not support her any more. The lack of food took its toll. She
stumbled several times on the sand, and collapsed. Now she lied in the middle of Gobi Desert,
powerless and feeble. Once a quick hunter, she was now only a prey. Once a doting mother, she
could only leave her cubs starving to death now.
Her whole body ached because of tiredness. She tried to get rid of the pain by imagining how
it would happen when she reached home. She opened her eyes, and she thought she saw her cave
in distance.
When she closed her eye again, she was in an everlasting dream in which Polly and her
children lived happily ever after.
