Chained Beauty in the Mist
I saw Fantasia again today, this time on a walk through the fog. There she was, standing in the field, gently swaying her head. The sight of her emerging from the thick, milky mist felt like something out of a fairytale. I was happy to see her, but at the same time, a wave of sadness washed over me. This time, she was tethered by a chain.
Even as I write this, something inside me rebels against the idea. Should animals really be kept on a leash like that? Such a beautiful, free-spirited creature deserves freedom, not confinement. Of course, I had apples for her—like always. But even those sweet gifts can’t make up for the loss of freedom.
