As I sit here by my computer, I watch. I watch my ducks and chickens run around like the mad things they are, and wonder.
What would it be like to be something else?
A mother duck watches her ducklings. Some of the ducklings are scared to go into the water. They will die.
The other ones, the brave ones, take to the water without heed. They will live. The mother sighs.
Not enough brave ones this time.
You have to be brave to live. To take those leaps that make you stronger. Ducklings, for example, are etier brave or weak.
Its just the way it works.
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