I scratch behind my ears and yawn very loudly. Then I become silent as I hear the sound of voices all around me. I scurry deep into a corner and become as still as a statue. I sniff the air but remain motionless as two figures infornt of me converse. Even my long fluffy white tail is hidden from view. Through the darkness of the subway tunnel and gaze in the direction of the voices. Unfortinately my chains rattle loudly and scape across the floor as I try to hide them. I freeze and wait.<br/><br/>Gulp! My ears twitch at the sound of every movement, but my eyes remain fized on the two figures in front of me. Never blinking or giving my eyes any rest, I wait for the outcome of my actions. For what seems to be hours I wait for the figures to move. Then one of the figures charges straight at me. I can see the glint of his knife in the dim lit tunnel. It screams death but it is not to be. For as the blade pierces my chest I seizes the man's arm and the wound begins to heal.