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  Life in a fishbowl When I was a fish in a bowl, I was happy, or at least I thought I was. I was swimming in circles, little circles, true, but I felt I had a perfect vision of the world. I could see so many things my friends in the lake or sea never saw, I got fed twice each day and the food tasted really nice. My bowl got cleaned at regular times. I did not like to be caught in the net and put in a pail while my bowl got cleaned, but when I came back into the clean fresh water, wow, it felt really good. When night came, I let my little body sink to the very bottom of the bowl and soon a wonderful sleep came. I had dreams. Dreams of living in a lake. Dreams of having something green in my bowl, some natural stones. In my dreams I would be swimming around them, partially hiding myself and just having a good, joyful time playing around the green plants and the stones. Then came the day that my human friends called my birthday. They had no idea when or where I was born,...

  The small black tortoise Once upon a time, there was a small black tortoise, named Torty. He had come from a very far land, together with his parents. They had travelled for months and months, crossed many fields and many pastures, many woods and many roads. Torty liked to travel. His dad often told him stories as they walked along, and in the evening, before they rested for the night, his mom cooked for them the most delicious dishes. Until one fateful day their lives changed forever. On that fateful day, while they were crossing a road, as they had done hundreds of times before, a big noisy car suddenly came along at great speed, and both of our little tortoise’s parents were killed, atrociously crushed under the wheels. The death of his parents broke Torty’s heart: the pain was so great that it made the little black tortoise terribly miserable—so much so that he kept crawling on the road, silently hoping that another car would crush him, just like his parents were crush...