All too often, animals are made to serve as pawns, puppets to express the darkness dwelling within our hearts. Cartoon effigies are created and dressed in the garb of the willing victim, made to wriggle their danse macabre when it suits us. These depictions are drawn as the mouthpieces of our obsessions. We put the script before them, a gun to their heads, so they might speak our sermons for us.
How refreshing it would be to hear from genuine animals, directly, to know their own authentic thoughts, unfiltered by our preconceptions, unhidden by the palimpsest of our competing desires!