|As the day waned once again, Pin-Pin the Mandrill sat back on his haunches, and heaved a lonely sigh. It wasn't so long ago that he had roamed free in his native land, with his family. It wasn't an easy life. Food wasn't always easy to come by, danger was to be had around every corner, but it was a life. This, what he had come to since his capture, this wasn't life. Oh, he was fed regularly, and had plenty of room to move around in, but in the end there were always the walls. The walls, and the creatures that taunted him over those walls.
Pin-Pin looked off to the side, trying desperately to ignore one of the creatures' young, who was currently yelling something at him and sighed again. This was no way to live, but he would carry on.