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Defying gravity, I stand paralyzed on this wall day in and day out. Although my 
friends and I spend time together in the forest, I feel ensnared like a mouse in a 
trap. What makes me any different than a mouse caught in a trap anyway? Every 
day people come to stare at me as if I am some attraction, some tool to please the 
eyes of a murderous race. Oh what I would give to be that mouse…no one wants to 
see the mouse: they just want to get rid of it. The fire of a thousand stares burn my 
skin day after day. I now understand the difference between the mouse and the 
unicorn: a quick, untimely death as opposed to my slow…my painful…my burning 
existence. Species like me exist for the mere pleasure of others. I am the 
entertainer. I am the jester. My so-called glory is the glory of a King led to His cruel 
death. Is this how He felt? You who I was created to signify…is this what You felt? Is 
this what You call glory? Man reveres me! They call me the most pure and the most 
elegant of all the creatures! What have I done…what have we done to deserve 
this? Why do I even ask? There is no use…my paralytic existence keeps my 
questions from the world. If man could hear me for just one moment, I would tell 
them this: 
Walk across the room,
Spot the tapestry,
By the time you get there,
Man has slaughtered me.


Confused? Do some research on the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art's exhibit 
of the tapestry room ;)

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