A nymph felt like it and so climbed up a stalk of a reed.
Climb so high for what? A shrimp said to it, higher you climb harder you fall then you know.
Climb so high for what? A little fish said, later you cannot breathe in the sky.
Now the nymph who had been a nymph its whole life cannot reply for it also cannot quite imagine why because it knew it breathed through its gills in the water, but still, it cannot help itself. There was this inexplicable compulsion, it had not yet known it was about to metamorph into a dragonfly.
Somemore you’re so ugly compared to us. Somemore you are so young compared to us, listen, don't go, you have a good life here you must be appreciative.
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If you were the nymph what would you do? What would be the pond and what would be the sky? Who would be the prawn and fish? What would be the piece of reed?