The acorn falls down, down, down on the ground and bounces into the stream. The gushing stream swishing, twirling and churning like a washing machine. The acorn is carried through sea weed, mud, stones, past fish, two legged creatures and prickly grass. It is carried down a waterfall and settles in a rock pool at last. A lady with a tail finds the small little acorn. Unsure of how it was born. She wonders does it have a heart beat or a personality? is it a ear ring or eaten with the underwater cavalry?
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