They had rabbits. Of course they had rabbits. That’s why.
That’s how I got a rabbit’s leg with real soft fur from my granddad, too skinny for eating. I am sorry, I do not recall feeling sorry for the rabbit, it wasn’t even christmastime. I do not like the taste of rabbit. Now I am a vegetarian
and I feel sorry for the rabbits and all the animals, like the elephants.
It was a long time ago, more than thirty years, so I might give a troubled sight of information. In those times I wished every night before I fell asleep that I would wake up as a boy, I mean, in a boy's body. And that I could switch whenever I want. It would be more convenient, that is how I feel about it now. But you never know.
At the end of the day my primary thought is that I must have something forgotten, something that should have been done. As an amateur, this thought comes to mind several times a day.
Thinking about the mosquito, for example, the life of it, the simpleness. But how can I possibly know? What makes me think I can know something for sure about another creature, as if I can read its mind. If it's there.
Of course I know there are people that have studied the life of the mosquito, among other creatures, and they know better. They are professionals.
I need to go make very selfish objects straight when I get home, with dirty materials.
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