He sensed the odds of him becoming part of that world were a million to one against. Ditto the odds of abiding by its regulations. Heigh-ho, once again his time was past due. Over a few more days he basked in the sun, whenever it shone, aloof; soothed his heart by searching for the moon through the thick of the wood; at last got to grips with its fate. He knew his return was not a second birth, quivered off and levitated back to his berth.
(Alessio Zanelli)
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