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Goodbye, Hope... The Story of a Circus ElephantHello. My name is Alexis. I am an circus elephant. No, more than that. I am a simple tool. And this is the story of how I died. Perhaps I should start at the beginning, or at least as close to the beginning as I remember...Goodbye, Hope... The Story of a Circus Elephant by ~Skyshell101
I was just 3 years old. My twin, Hope, being torn from me for the first time. Our cries. Our struggles. Their hooks, sunk into our ears. Their chains, restraining our feet. Later, Echo, our mother, would caress us gently with her trunk, reassuring us until it all seemed like a bad dream. Even later, it happened again and again, until we learned how to do what they wanted. But that moment, there was only terror, sadness, confusion, and pain. Why? I wondered. Why do you do this to us? Nine years later, I still don't have an answer. I don't think I ever will. It's my first memory of injustice and cruelty, but I'm sure that I had experienced far too much before that.
The next nine years pass in a daze. Certain memories and emotions stand out. Our original