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Foolish Thoughts 4

“Hmmm,” thought he, “the world would better be, if only this one wish could be. I wish the fish had no fins so that they would follow me to the bottom of the sea. No more need have I for eyes so keen, for talons sharp or wings strong. No need have I for a rocky perch on a craggy mountain cliff. All I need have I. I will eat and eat until the oceans run dry.”

He rolled about in the mud of the sea floor. His feather were molting. There were of no use anyway, being full of mud.

He found himself on the bottom of a pile of fish. To eat, all he need do is open his mouth and chew. He became a grotesque creature, groping about in the darkness of the sea floor.

For what he had become, he could not forgive himself. His heart, so heavy with grief and shame, held him fast to the sea floor. Yes, he was a prisoner of his own desires, his own foolish thoughts.

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