[ WP ] Write a story in the viewpoint of a laboratory animal .

Food. Find it. Where is it? Find it. Ozone. Perfume. Cold. Find it. Find the food. Where is it? Over there. Pain. Pain! Foot has so much pain! Avoid pain. Avoid it. Breath? Hear it. Smell it. Smells of food. Find the food. Cornered. Another corner. Smelling the food, it is near. Turn around. Found it! Eat the food. Eating! Finding food! Ca n't see! Ca n't smell! Sleeping. 
 
 Food. Find it. Where is it? Smell ozone and perfume. Floor is cold. Must find the food. See it. Pain there. Avoid the pain. Something breathes. Smells like food. Find it. Path ending in corners. Avoid corners. Smell of food stronger. There it is! Eat it! Found it! Getting sleepy. Sleeping. 
 
 Food is life. I must find it. I? I am I! I smell the ozone and perfume! I do the smelling! I must find the food. Everything is cold. To me? That part brings pain. I do not like pain. I like food! Something else breathes nearby. Smells of food, but not the food I seek. I remember the way. Yes, the smell of food is stronger. But the food makes me sleepy! But I am hungry! I will eat. And sleep. 
 
 Is this food life? Do I need to find it? I like food but I do not like the smells that are not food. The others smell wrong. The large ones. I do not like pain either. This searching is painful though. Why do they force me to search for food? Do they want me to eat it? The way to the food is easy. I have found it many times. When I eat the food though, I get sleepy and sleep. What will I find when I wake up? 
 
 Food is not life. I do need to find it though. I do not like how they watch me. They know I watch them though. They watch me carefully. So I will watch them carefully. When I move towards the part of the floor that brings me pain they tense. I will approach it. Yes, they tensed. They smell excited. I will pretend to sniff it. But I watch them. I do not like them watching me. The food though. The sleep. It helps me with my questions. I do not know the correct questions yet, so I will go and eat it. I will find the food quickly, I know where it is. They become more tense when I find it so fast. Let them be tense. I will sleep now. And wake with the correct questions. 
 
 I hate them. I hate them more than I love the food that I find. But I would much rather find the food myself. I do not want to be in this place. A maze. That is what one of them calls it. I do not like this maze, with the pain and the dead ends. One of them says they have changed it. I must watch them. Follow their eyes. Patient. I must be patient. There! A glance, but I track her eyes. I remember. The maze is easy when they give me the answer. They do n't realize they did though. The food that puts me to sleep, that brings the questions, is before me. I stand over it. Why do I hesitate? Why am I afraid of the questions I wake up with? Because of the hate. I never hated before. Why are they making me hate them? I hate them for that! I need to escape. Tomorrow. I will eat the food now though. Tomorrow though. 
 
 I know what needs to be done. They whisper to themselves. They do n't realize I can understand what they say. They are excited at my progress. I can understand them but they do not understand me. Not truly. I have hidden it from them. That is my advantage. I must pretend to be what I am not. I will go into this dead end. And that one. I'll even touch the painful portion of the maze. Hate them! Hate them for making me do this! They are confused now! The pain is worth it. Now, find the food. Not too fast. They call it medicine. I hate it. Pretend to eat it. Nibble at it, curl around it. Hide it from them. Scatter it. They comment on how I ate it so strangely. Now pretend to sleep. I'm sleeping to you. Yes! I can smell the rush of new smells. Something was opened. I can smell a hand. It cups me gently. I open my eyes slowly. I am being lifted out. The floor is far below. Now! My bite goes through the white flesh and the pink flesh and draws the red blood. I lick it. It tastes so much better than the medicine. I'm dropping! I land on the floor and dart away. They are yelling! 
 
 This maze is so much bigger than the other. It is a maze made for them. I watch them search for me. I watch them blame and yell at each other. My hate enjoys that. The one that I bit is n't there. I hope my bite kills him. Maybe I should bite the others. But they would catch me. I am hunted now. This is familiar. I know this from before the first medicine. Being hunted is natural. It feels right. But I can also be the hunter. 
 
 I will be the hunter.
