Life was small in his pond. There were lots of other creatures around and he was always the last to eat because he was tiny. Time went on and he found that he did not grow old or make new ones like the others - he was the only one like him he'd ever seen. One day he noticed a shadow over the pond; everyone was sucked up into some kind of reflective box. Things started to poke all of them, and take some away, never to return. When the soft pieces would come to grab him he snapped to protect himself. This went on for seemingly ages, until one day a soft one came but it didn't try to grab him. Instead it had something that smelled delicious. He cautiously ate the piece given; he had never taste...