For Whom the Whale Rolls

From the hills of oblivion to the shores of despair he walked with the

voracity of a man half his age and only a tenth his girth. He thought

nothing of the transparent insects lodging themselves in his pores. The

insects quickly went to work mating and obtaining mid-level management

jobs. Rather, his thoughts did not waiver from the task he had set himself

to: the salvation of his race. The very scope of his task caused sweat to

pool on his back and in his shoes. His feet pounded the rough terrain,

until his foot encountered a rock. The misstep set him sideways, his body

no longer touching any semblance of soil, he plunged in a crevasse - never

to be heard from again.

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