I am standing looking down on the entrance to a zoo enclosure. It is in an approximate angular 'Y' shape, a single corridor taking a left and right turn before returning straight, each subsequent corridor leading to a sliding 'guillotine' gate into the enclosure. A beautiful white tiger is prowling herein. I am vexed as it is set upon by two rabbits. These animals have very long front teeth and they sink them into the tiger's neck, latching on and gripping it tightly. The tiger struggles as much as possible but the rabbits hold fast. It's as if they are draining the tiger's life force – its fur becomes lank and matted and it visibly begins to thin, the bones coming to the surface through the weakened muscle, the initial effort to shake them off dying away. Fortunately it survives-
I watch as a small shoebox, containing what I think to be two guinea pigs, sits at the bottom of the (now empty) enclosure. I see them shuffling around inside and try to work out exactly what type of animal they are. They emerge from the box and crawl up the vertical wall towards me. Over the course of this 2 metre journey they transform and when the arrive at the summit they seem to be nothing more than beetle-esque shaped blue and white plasticine blobs-
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