"She sent you after me, knowing you're not ready, knowing you would likely die. Mommy was very bad."
Do you like my island?
My grandmother had an island. We could circle the whole place in an hour. Then one day, we went back to the island to see it infested with rats. They came from a sunken ship and fed on coconut. But my grandmother came up with a solution. She buried oil drums and filled them with coconut bait, luring them down the drums.
In about three months, all the rats were trapped.
So what do you do?
Do you drown them? Burn them?
You leave them alone. As soon as they run out of coconut, they begin to eat each other. When there are two left, you let them go toward the coconut trees. But they will not eat coconut anymore.
They will only eat rat.
You have changed their nature.
My grandmother had an island. We could circle the whole place in an hour. Then one day, we went back to the island to see it infested with rats. They came from a sunken ship and fed on coconut. But my grandmother came up with a solution. She buried oil drums and filled them with coconut bait, luring them down the drums.
In about three months, all the rats were trapped.
So what do you do?
Do you drown them? Burn them?
You leave them alone. As soon as they run out of coconut, they begin to eat each other. When there are two left, you let them go toward the coconut trees. But they will not eat coconut anymore.
They will only eat rat.
You have changed their nature.
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