I don’t know when it started.
Humans began gathering and living below my home.
For some reason, humans set out lots of delicious things in front of my house. We were pretty good neighbors.
There was something incredibly pretty, so I went to look at it. But one day, that pretty thing broke.
“Where did your arm go? Your eyes?”
Are they throwing this away? If I take it now, no one will know, right?
So I stole it.
That’s what I thought, but when it grew up too beautifully, somehow I couldn’t keep it at home anymore. I felt sorry thinking that because of me, it had been isolated from the human group. So I released it again.
But it was too boring and quiet, so I looked for the pretty thing. Those kids kept withering too, so I released them back. After doing this several times, I got tired and stopped.
And not long after, the ones I’d released came looking for me.
“If you took us in, you have to take responsibility. You can’t just abandon us recklessly.”
I just returned what I stole or picked up to where it belonged. What’s the problem?
