Riddle

I’m put in my owner’s hands and he runs around with me

Then he gets mad and just throws me away

I fly through the air spinning and spinning

I’m scared that I am going to hit the painted-earth

But suddenly a savior comes to adopt me

I land in his arms and loud blaring alarms go off

He must be the king

But then he slams me to the carpet-of-earth

I hobble away to the zebra-man

Then it happens again