Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 71

Rows of bears were in tight small cages. We froze in our steps. The bears were in bad shape. Some were
wailing in pain and some had punctured holes in their stomachs. They could hardly even move. The whole
dungeon stank. We had to leave as the stench was eating us alive. We scrambled out of the building as fast as
our legs could.
Tears uncontrollably rolled down my face.
So this was how bile were extracted.
This was how it sparked my interest in bear conservatory. Now I am a legal partner of WWF China bear
conservation and the saviour of those bears in the factory.