Zantaffio's Great Animal

And the sea lion jumped onto the circular box and clapped his fins together again... For what seemed to be the hundredth time in a row...
“What on Earth am I doing here? Out of all the acts I could have come to see, why this one?”
Mark Hampton was bored. He thought that his relationship with his boss was good enough not to have to be sent to review “Zantaffio’s Great Animal Circus”, the one that in its greatest years had people coming from all five continents, to watch the massive elephants riding a bike, the wonderful penguins walking on tightropes and the brown bears in tutus ballet dancing. But the major attraction was none of these. No act could be compared to that of the apes, the chimpanzee violinists, the piano playing orang-utan

The stench was like that of corpses.
All that made him even more curious about what could be hidden there.
Animal Circus
Alix DUPAS and Mathieu GASOWSKI
Lycée International Nelson Mandela, Nantes
Teacher: Marie
‐Hélène FASQUEL
When shapes started to be visible, he jumped in surprise. All the apes were still alive, in terrible condition but still alive. The animals looked beaten, all of them had lost their fur and were pressed up in the darkest corner of the cages. They were terrified of anything that moved and made horrible screeches as he passed next to them, scrutinising every one of them. One of the apes intrigued him above all, like all the others he could not tell from what species he came from, but this one had something special about it. It was an old male sitting down crossed legged and this human position was what caught his eye. Mark paused and looked at this creature all over his face, his eyes were different and as the animal turned his head towards Mark, he looked at him right in the eyes. That was amazing. None of the others would have been able to establish eye contact and even less keep it that way. The gaze

Mark looked up at the ringmaster’s face when he was looking down at him and heard him mutter the words “good boy” in a soothing and caring voice, one that would be used when petting animals. This calmed Mark down a little, but only his body; his thoughts were getting more afraid every second. This man, standing in front of him seemed to have managed to subdue his body and
Mark knew that he would not stop there. Slowly, he felt that not only he had lost control over his body but his mind and thoughts were starting to dilapidate. He dropped to his knees and started crawling back away from the ringmaster. He felt terrified and in danger, a human was standing in front of him! He looked down at himself, what was he doing in human clothes?
He ripped all of his clothes off and tried to run! However, was trying to go on his four feet and so tripped over and got caught up by the ringmaster who called for assistance. Soon after two people came over carrying a cage and brutally threw him into it. Mark whimpered and as he was getting locked up, he tried relentlessly to remember his