Chapter 2: My Wake Up Call “George, you need to wake up,” an unfamiliar male voice said. “We don’t think he’s going to wake up. Do you really think this is a good idea? We just don’t think he’s going to go for it anyway. Have you read his file? He’s really not the most agreeable animal we have ever met you know,” declared a fast-talking female voice. “George, we would like to talk with you a moment,” said the first voice in a calm tone. I felt uneasy that these voices were talking directly to me. I’m used to Fausto being the only one who talked to me like I was an individual and not an animal on display. I feigned being asleep as I tried to figure out what I should do, not that I had a lot of options. I only heard two voices, so I figured I might be safe. I weighed close to two hundred pounds, so I knew I was not easy to move, especially if I wiggled around some. I knew this because a few years ago some people from Greenpeace tried to f