There once was a penguin with frog legs. His name was Tim. He had no friends other than the ones in his head. You see, Tim was a very... special creature. He lived a life of routine so that he felt something close to normal but it never really helped because he still felt out of place and the sad thing was that he didn't realize just how abnormal he was. For he was merely an amoeba that had been given the ability to think. He was just an amoeba put in a setting where his brain was fooled to believe that he was just like every other evolved creature who could breathe, think and just live.
The End.
I don't know about you but I think it has potential... Of sorts.
How can you NOT appreciate this 😹
Ha.. Ha..
I'm so sad.
Mkay byeeee
Signing out,
Anonymous_x
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