| Our simple life begins with an egg. Our mother made a redd with her tail and soon laid us in it. Our father fertilized us with a milky substance called "milt." My fellow siblings (and there are usually 2,000-5,000 eggs), never knew our parents, they died and drifted downstream before we get to meet to them. We eggs live live in fear, hoping our enemies won't stop by for a snack. Soon, we'll begin to rumble and tumble untill we break free from the egg... |
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