My Name Is John Merrick

Mr. Bates got spit at today by people when i fell off the stage out of exhaustion, he became furious because of this. Mr. Bates always drinks to the point of being drunk when he gets that way. I was in the little cart with the boy, while Bates was outside drinking by the fire.  I was anxious and waiting for him to take thing out on me and beat me with his stick, but he did not. He dragged me out of the cart as the boy was telling him to leave me alone. I was surprised he put me in an animal's cage right next to the baboons, and locked me in there. I saw how he knocked the poor kid off his feet when he passed next to him. I sat in the cage remembering what great times I had at the  hospital and how everyone was friendly to me, but as soon as I had a place to call home Bates brought me to France to become, once again, a miserable person. I saw the freaks approach the cage and they opened it. I saw the gigantic man reach out to get me out and without hesitation I reached out and grabbed on to him. I was ready to escape. I was sad to see that the little boy did not join me. I did not want him to stay with such a drunk and cruel man like Mr. Bates.