You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. A bunch of big guys like you, picking on a poor little orphan like him. Suppose you was torn away from your mother when you was just a baby. Nobody to tuck you in at nights. No warm, soft, caressing trunk to snuzzle into. How would you like to be left out alone in a cold, cruel, heartless world? And why? I ask you, why? Just because he’s got those big ears, they call him a freak. The laughingstock of the circus. Then when his mother tried to protect him, they threw her into the clink. And on top of that, they made him a clown. Socially, he’s washed up. But what’s the use of talking to you cold-hearted birds? Go ahead, have your fun. Laugh at him. Kick him now that he’s down. Go on! We don’t care.
