Eat. I have to eat. I have to eat all day, sleep all night, and most importantly, procreate.

  I do this all to live.

  That is my mission.

  Why? I don’t know.

  I don’t know a lot of things.

  I don’t know why I have to eat.

  I don’t know why I have to sleep.

  I don’t know why I feel the urge to procreate.

  I do know one thing.

  I must live.

  That’s my ultimate goal.

  I was doing well, not dying.

  Until one day, while migrating, I heard a loud boom.

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  Then I started falling.

  Why am I falling?

  I don’t know.

  It hurts…

  I feel cold. Why am I cold?

  More booming noises as I look up to see others like me falling from the sky.

  Sudden fear courses through me.

  A dog.

  I’m going to di-

  What?