Call me Jin, one who has spent an eternity—or so it seems to have been an eternity—watching these fascinating beasts who swarm around me in their glass cages that warp their figures; they are quite an entertaining group.

For example, one particularly young light-furred beast is staring through his (or so I believe that beast to be a male) glass cage at me with such enrapturing curiosity and a look of intense concentration written all over his face. I believe he has no malicious intent when he paws his grubby paws on the glass, as this is a common behavior amongst these beasts. This young beast shall be christened "Kai".

A female light-furred beast—of age to be classified as a toddler—(whom I shall now name "Lovee") is making quite an interesting noise—likely to be her mating call, as it diverts the attention of a dark-furred male beast away from tapping the glass cage towards her. He seems to demonstrate very strong emotions of passion as he grips her shoulder, vigorously shakes her and loudly responds with another mating call. The female beast responds with tears of joy.

A youthful flaxen-furred male beast taps on the glass cage and looks into my eyes with intense concentration, an unnerving sight to behold, because of his steaming brow and flaming eyes, supposedly reflecting anger—though for what reason, I know not. Because of these attributes he exhibits, he will be called "Kris".

A big dark-furred female beast (whom I have decided to name "Aimee") enters the room gripping the hand of a barely-able-to-walk female light-furred beast (perhaps she shall be named "Cheveux") and makes a screeching sound, which appears to be directed towards a little male beast with bright yellow fur standing in close proximity to me. The male beast immediately recoils and wails. What a fascinating reactions evoked from a nonsensical sound—what a fascinating language that these beasts utilize!


"Rin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shake you like that! I'm sorry", apologized Len through tears and sniffles. "I didn't mean to say such mean things to you!"

Meiko, much calmer after swig of alcohol to clear her mind of the deafening sobs of her children, cooed, "It's fine; see Rin, he didn't mean it. So stop crying."

Instantly cheered up by her brother's apology, Rin hugged Len with a breath-taking embrace, conveying intense sisterly love only she could feel towards her brother.

The mother quietly slipped away from the commotion to return to her expensive wine cache, leaving the two children to excitedly observe their goldfish. Soon getting bored of their goldfish, they turned to play with Lego's and Barbie's.


Jin quietly ponders the turn of events that flashed before his eyes. Quickly, he swims around his little bowl and half way through his circumnavigation, he forgot what he had been pondering about. No matter—if it were important, it should recur to me. What fascinating little beasts in their glass cages, squandering their time and energy with frivolous entertainment.