That's right! I need my fighting spirit back. Without it, I will fight no more, no fight, no life. Live for nothing, die for something.

I can't breath right now. Not even a single breath. I guess everyone else was suffocated, deep down in this prison. It is all white. The eagle outside is intimidating. Us pigeon are always afraid of them. I must survive.

I want to fly away, away from this icy prison that bounds my wings. Have I not suffered enough yet? The cold stare of the beef and pork beside me, the frozen glare from the egg and vegetables. I want to go to somewhere warm, to feel accepted, To be free once more.