A little bubble was just born. Life was blown into it. As the little bubble wandered around, it began to see people. It wondered what these creatures are, and why they looked so different than it. The bubble was round, shiny, & clear. It was beautiful. When it saw humans walking around, the bubble wondered to itself what's it like to be such a different creature. It travelled all over the world, observing human behaviour. The bubble was fascinated by humans. It's dream was to become a human. The bubble gathered information about how to become a human. After months of trying the bubble realized it could never become a human. It was perfect just the way it was. It realized that being yourself is much more important than fitting in. Little did that bubble know, that by "fitting in", they didn't mean fitting between needles.
This was a pointless little story that I read to my baby sister, she was giggling her head off, so my job is done.
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