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disappearances of all those imprisoned animals?” Images of my
nightmares suddenly began flashing into my consciousness. I
stammered, “But Joab said…” “Joab?” interrupted the deep voice.
“There is no such person as Joab. It was Christopher that tortured
and executed those animals!” I wanted to cover my ears but I had no
ears and no paws to cover them with. I exclaimed, “No! You’re
lying! You’re trying to trick me!” Ignoring my outcries the deep
voice continued, “I’ve never seen the like of it. By making others
suffer its almost as if he were attempting to satisfy some base
desire for revenge he was harboring.” The raspy voice responded, “I
think you’re right. He appeared to be under the impression that
there was some great harm done to him and that this would somehow
make it right.” I was outraged by the way they spoke about me as if
I weren’t even in the room. I’m assuming we were in a room. I
exclaimed, “Don’t you dare judge me! I didn’t come here to be
judged!” My captures chuckled. The raspy voice responded, “How
right you are dear boy because you didn’t come here at all! You
were summoned!” The deep voice interjected, “Enough talk! It’s time
for action! Christopher, you have a decision to make. You can
ignore everything we have explained to you and go back to living a
dream that has no hope of realization or you can join us. We will
live here forever, just as we always have. To join us you must wake
up from that dream by ending your life on your terms! You must
decide which world you believe in, that utopian world designed by
Jeffery Chambers, the utopian society you created for yourself, or
this reality.” I tried with all my vital energy to resist being
placed into another corner. I shouted, “Wait! Who are you to judge
me and to give me ultimatums?” After a brief pause the raspy voice
replied, “I am Socrates.” The deep voice then added, “I am
Zarathustra and you have a decision to make. Now Choose!” These
were the last words I heard uttered before I felt myself being
lifted up and swept away. Like before, I was being escorted away at
lightning speed. It was taking longer than I expected for me to
return to my body and I began to get worried that I would remain
trapped forever between two realities. However I eventually began
to feel a tingling sensation as if my appendages were being stabbed
with hundreds of sharp needles. I gasped for air. Although my lungs
rapidly filled and emptied with air I felt as if I just couldn’t
catch my breath. I didn’t know where I was, as I still could not
see anything. Eventually I was able to catch my breath and the
burning sensation in my appendages began to subside. My body was so
completely exhausted that before I knew it I was fast asleep.

When I awoke I found myself confined in a
dimly lit cell. I assumed it was the same cell I had been in the
first time I was arrested in Cuyamonga. To my great surprise, the
door opened and in walked Truth and Justice. I exclaimed, “They got
you too?” The cats glanced at one another slyly grinning. Truth
responded, “They never lost us! We were never with you!” In
confusion I stammered, “You mean to tell me you were working for
Zarathustra the entire time?” Again the twins glanced at one
another. Truth declared, “We work for Socrates. You are no longer
in Cuyamonga. Once they retrieved the information they needed, you
were handed back over to us. We have something for you to sign.”
Justice produced the confession and handed it to me. Dejectedly I
said, “I guess I may as well sign it. At least I know we tried.
Utopia gave everything it had but the sheer number of our enemies
overpowered us. Truth chuckled. “Is that what you think? You are
the most naïve animal I have ever encountered. Utopia’s walls were
breached because of betrayal. Both of your generals sold you out.”
In astonishment I stuttered, “No! That’s impossible! Chauncey and
Rizzo would never…” “Chauncey,” interrupted Justice. “now works for
Socrates. He is the commander in charge of the eastern half of the
territory formerly known as Utopia. The western half of the
conquered lands were ceded to Cuyamonga and Rizzo has been placed
in charge.” I couldn’t believe my ears. I dropped my head in grief.
Justice cocked his head and began staring at me inquiringly. “You
know where you went wrong? The moment you decided not to purge was
the moment you lost power. You still don’t appreciate the
importance of purging do you?” Lifting my eyes in indignation I
thrust the confession back at my captures. “I’m not signing
anything,” I stated resolutely. I then turned my back on the twins.
I could hear them chuckle then Truth said, “Have it your way!” and
the door slammed shut.

Chapter 13
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It is always consoling
to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

After hours of restless sleep I was awakened
by the sound of whispering above my head. I looked up and saw a
squirrel perched at the edge of an opening that had been quarried
into the wall. “Great one! I’m here to rescue you!” Using all the
strength I could muster, I leaped up onto the edge of the opening
and followed the squirrel down the side of a tower where I was
being held. We gradually made our way through the woods and exited
into a clearing where at least one hundred animals were gathered.
All remained silent. Remembering the hostile manner in which I was
handed over to my enemies I stood before the crowd and declared,
“Here I am! Kill your Commander if you wish!” After a brief pause
the crowd responded, “Long live the Commander!” They then marched
with me in the direction of the Valley. All of a sudden I was
struck with a sudden impulse and I stopped marching. I called for a
messenger pigeon and taking him off to the side I gave him detailed
instructions. “Are you certain Commander?” asked the messenger.
“Just do it,” I sternly responded. After the messenger ascended
into the sky I turned to address my steadily growing army. “Utopian
citizens! We will meet up at the valley. There’s something I need
to take care of first. Long live Utopia!” In a thunderous voice the
army repeated my cry, “Long live Utopia!” We then separated. My
army marched towards the valley while I headed towards the
Cuyamongan River. I walked until I arrived at the location where
our story began. I slowly approached the edge of the river and
looked down upon the rapids but I already told you this part
before.

Eventually I raised my eyes to the other
shore of the river and saw that the mission I had sent the pigeon
on was a success. Standing on the opposite shore was none other
than Jeffery Chambers. He stared at me with an expression that
betrayed a mix of emotions. He appeared happy to see me but at the
same time he looked as if he were in shock. Jeffery’s eyes gazed at
me in wonder as if all of this might be just a dream. Something
else I noticed is that he was staring at me in a curious way that
he had never done before. It was as if I looked the same but
something about me was different and he just couldn’t figure it
out. He exclaimed, “Christopher? What are you doing here? You were
supposed to have been taken with Josie and Vincent to live in the
country with a nice family.” Jeffery’s mouth dropped open as I
began to respond to his question. “I’m here because I needed to
blaze my own path in the world.” Jeffery almost dropped to his
knees. “You can talk!” he exclaimed. “Christopher, I’m so sorry
that we had to give you guys away. We were forced to move and the
new place didn’t allow pets.” I waved my paw dismissing his
worries. “It’s ok. I forgive you,” I said. “I admit I was angry
with you for a long time but I’ve learned that in life many things
are out of our control. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices in
order to bring about the greater good.” Jeffery looked at me in
astonishment. Then stammered, “Yes… That’s true…” I interrupted him
however because time was short and I needed to convey to him my
last wishes. I related to him everything that had happened to me
from the time I was separated from him. I asked him to make a
record of my life for posterity and also so that he would always
remember me. Jeffery reached out his hand to me. “You don’t have to
do this Christopher! You can come live with us again. We are moving
to a new place that allows pets. We can make a comfortable life for
you. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you
will never have to suffer again!” I smiled. “Thank you Jeffery. But
I cherish my suffering. If I hadn’t experienced all that pain I
would not be the person that I am today. Besides I can’t ignore
reality. I’ve seen too much, to pretend that the real world doesn’t
exist.” A look of frustration spread across my father’s face. He
exclaimed, “What are you talking about? You can’t have concluded
that based on your experiences life is not worth living.” I
corrected him. “This life which is nothing but a mere dream is not
worth fighting for. I believe I’ve learned all there is to be
learned from this world. For instance, in this life the only thing
we can control is ourselves. Incidentally that happens to be the
one thing few are willing to do. I’ve learned that in the end you
die alone. No one can help you and there’s nothing you can do to
help others. All that you worked for in this life vanishes into
oblivion.” Noticing my father’s growing anxiety I attempted to
comfort him. “Don’t worry Jeffery. I’m no longer afraid. I used to
fear that maybe I’m not an animal at all but something else. I now
realize that I am of course an animal its just that being an animal
is not what I thought it was. The ideal of animal that I envisioned
my entire life turns out to have been an imposter.” Jeffery
returned, “Christopher! What if you are wrong about all of this?
Once you take that leap, there’s no coming back!” A burst of
confidence mixed with bitterness overtook me and I shouted back,
“Nothing in my short, pathetic, miserable life has ever felt so
right!” So I jumped. What happened next is for you to decide. I
would like to think that I woke up to the reality that Socrates and
Zarathustra promised to me. After all the bad decisions I’ve made
in my life, I figured sooner or later I was bound to make a right
one.

Epilogue
, by Jeffery Chambers-

The following story has been written by my
hand at the request of one of my greatest friends. I feel I have
completed my promise diligently without interjecting my personal
feelings into the story. I felt it would be inappropriate to do so
as this is Christopher’s story and not mine. However I would now
like to take the opportunity to briefly share my feelings on the
decisions he made and the conclusions he reached. I would like for
it to be known that I do not agree with my friend Christopher about
the majority of his conclusions. To say the least, he was a
remarkable individual with a unique mind. After all, it’s not
everyday that an animal teaches itself to talk then begins to
explore the complicated questions surrounding the purpose of life.
I believe that it was this unique mind that prevented Christopher
from being happy. I offered him a life of comfort where he would
never again have to be bothered by such troublesome questions but
he refused. He couldn’t live with the knowledge that he was living
well, while other animals were suffering. I wish I could have made
him understand that there is nothing he could do to change others.
The best he could do is to set a good example and hope others would
follow. I feel Christopher’s story is a warning example for all.
Christopher was stubborn. He refused to compromise. He would rather
end his life than live in a world that made no sense to him. In
making this rash and foolish decision he has robbed us of the most
remarkable animal mind the world has ever known.

The greatest lesson I’ve learned from my
friend’s tragic story is the importance of humility. As human
beings we often praise humility as a noble quality but in practice
it is shunned. In order to succeed in life most people feel the
need to dominate others. It’s a dog eat dog world. Whether we admit
it or not we are all influenced by this prevailing attitude. At
times while Christopher was relating his story to me I marveled at
his reasoning ability. It was not hard to see why he inspired
confidence in the animals around him. Notwithstanding, I’ve now had
time to reflect on Christopher’s course and a certain fact stands
out to me as noteworthy. This fact, which now seems to me to be so
obvious, was never even considered by me while I was listening to
the recounting of his tale. I’m a little embarrassed to admit this
because the before mentioned fact involves me directly. What I’m
referring to is the fact that although Christopher acknowledges his
awareness of the existence of man, he never draws the obvious
conclusion that their exists an organized system of things beyond
his own. He uses animal’s existence and surrounding circumstances
as a starting point to explain everything else in the world.
Therefore he takes his own existence for granted. You and I know
that there exist societies and systems of things far more advanced
than that of the animal world. But we know this only because we are
part of such a system. Pride is what caused my friend to overlook
such an obvious fact. Perhaps we as human beings should all ask
ourselves if pride is causing us to overlook similar facts. But
that’s just one man’s opinion.

Sincerely,

Jeffery Chambers

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About the author:

My name is William Chasterson. I’m
a writer and a student of history. I was raised in the Midwest of
the United States in a very conservative town of about 15,000
people. In my twenties I moved to New York which is where I’ve been
for the past 15 years. After the first few years of culture shock I
was finally able to settle into my environment and actually
consider myself a New Yorker. For the past year however I’ve been
living in the third world.