Chapter 1: The Memory of A Goldfish

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Unfortunately you have the memory of a goldfish- so you don't exactly remember how  you came to be.

The last thing you remember is finding the sharpest stone that you have ever seen - that was three minutes ago - and you were totally baffled.

You could not understand what this feeling was; this feeling that made you want to twist the flappy-thing on your face into something that you have not done before..

..Smile..

Your stomach churned and made you want to make the most awkward sound that you have ever made...

You picked up the stone in your hand and gently turned it over, in awe.

You knew exactly what you were going to do with this: you were going to get yourself some delicious animal and rip it open with your trusty stone, letting the life drain from your prey drip by drip.

And you did exactly that - a few hours later.

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After you have caught your victim, you sit under a tree and start devouring this poor creature, you watch the sun go down and the stars come out.

As you chew on a piece of raw hare meat, you drift off into a world of your own...

You get flashbacks of your "birth" but you don't understand what is happening and quickly pull yourself out of your trance and carry on eating.

After eating, you now have a full tummy and you pass out.

A shame that you are so naive...

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