"Fish and Chicks" was a decent place. The outside was too pretty, too shiney, too out there. In a grey place like Seattle on a decent summer's day, which was to say, not raining. Mark Comune, aged fifty-four, had been coming to what he believed to be the greatest place on Earth. His silver hair neatly trimmed and a suit and tie to commemorate he was nearing the retirement age. He was going to have to find a replacement soon, Mark thought. Everything in the store was ridiculously priced and the pets in the store could barely find a home.<br/><br/>Alex McCoy was entering the store as he was donned in a decent work shirt and khakis. He rushed over to the door, and unlocked it. He opened the store in record time. Dealing with the animals in this location could be a nightmare, Alex believed. His parents thought it would be a good start for a summer job if he worked at a nice little place like "Fish and Chicks."<br/><br/>Mica was sitting in her cage as she glanced around the store. She yowled a bit and stretched as a co-worker scrathed her back and behind her ears. Getting her food, Mica pawed at the dishes. Her water bowl was empty and Mica hissed at the co-worker. She pawed at the cage door, and was still trying to find a lot of things within her cage.<span style="font-style: italic">Damn cage! I want out! There must be something I could do? Oh, but I'd need a lot of help from the others. Would they help me?</span>She thought to herself as the co-worker came back with water and extra cat food. Now, Mica purred contentedly.<br/><br/>Rio looked around his cage, now home, he supposed and flapped his wings in irritation. He really just wanted to escape from what he had known for almost a year. He knew something wasn't right about this place, and he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">What I wouldn't do for a few scraps of freedom if only for an hour or so.</span>