don’t think like a human

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it was a sad 
sight
lately

and the sounds coming 
from it were even
sadder

Such was the house
of humans

Full of shouts 
and objects banging and
braking against the walls,
curses against gods,
against parents,
death threats,
agony
and grief
and pure rage

destruction

But not being humans 
the two of them
watched from outside,
from their enclosure
outside their pen

“It’s the destiny of 
all humans,” she told
him 

“To fight each other 
to death?” he asked

She nodded
her big, fleshy head,
making her ears flap. “That’s
right. The curse of 
those humans is that
they’re trying
too hard
to place a male and 
a female in the same space,
have them share the
same life
and actually expect it to
work out. How foolish.”

“Is there really
no way
it can work out?” he asked

“Ah, you’re so young. Barely
more than a piglet,
aren’t you? Look, when it 
does work out 
between humans... it’s 
an exception. Never the rule. 
Their curse started with
having fingers
that can grab things
and extended to 
having minds that can
grasp concepts
other than food, sleep,
and sex. 
To be able to think higher
is a curse, not a blessing. Maybe
they’ll figure it out one day.
Until then,
let us enjoy our lives. Let’s 
celebrate, darling. If the humans
are too busy killing themselves
they won’t be slaughtering us
and they’ll soon be our
food
instead of us being theirs. Happy
day! Oh, I am
excited. C’mon, mount me,
darling, let’s celebrate.” 

“Mount you?” he said. “But...
aren’t we related?” 

“Oh, come now, don’t think
like a human.” 

He mounted her
and the 
screams coming from inside
the house of humans
accompanied them 
like music

It all ended
with a bang