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The Rest of My Life: Late March, My 6th Spring II

I look up at the beating sun and curse it hatefully for causing all this. But then I remember. A time when I rambled about and saw things most Pikas have never seen. The great silver beast, with evil black smoke, I have seen it. The sun can not have decided on its own to punish me, all of us, so. Something must have caused it: the great silver beast with evil black smoke. I lay on the rock and wait to die, not caring at all, because perhaps, just perhaps, I know why this is. Perhaps, it’s because somebody, somewhere owns the great beast, and has willingly made the black smoke, and because they have done this, the sun beat down, and my life is just one small loss. Do you know about the great silver beast? And the somebody who makes it go? Do you know why the world heats up, leaving me so alone? I beg you, for the other creatures, who are not as unlucky as I, to change the way you two-leggeds live that might have just changed how I die.

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