I don’t know how I end up in these situations. Why do humans find it interesting to parade me around, pose me in strange places and take pictures to show to their friends?

"Look at the world," one said, holding me by ass up against the globe.

"This picture will be great,” said another.

My ass was squeezed – how degrading.

I was happy when I heard where we were going – excited even. Maybe I would find my brother and sisters there. It was a nice feeling when I was helped while looking out the window over they city, it gave me a warm feeling. From then though, things went bad.

It started with the degrading picture with the triceratops. Hello! I’m a buffalo; give me the respect I deserve. When they put me with the buffalo I was silly and let my hopes rise again. My family, my forebears, all my questions on how I ended up like this would be answered. They took one picture and then refused to take any more. How selfish of them. I even begged for them to let me stay there longer.

"I have a great idea," one cried and away they scampered, with me tucked safely in a pocket.

And there I was in the mouth of the triceratops, left, abandoned, forgotten. If this triceratops had been around when buffalo controlled the land, he would never dare hold me like this. Once they put me in his mouth and clicked off a picture they decided they were hungry and off they went. Those silly humans, when I get out of this mess I’ll, well… I’ll do something. I don’t know what, but I will do something.

Help! Somebody help me. •