The beginning

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In a place everyone of my kind is born the place of life and death as the elder call it "the farm". A place beyond the darkest trees and the largest valleys a place where now one is allowed except the for the fastest, trying to save the newborn everyday from being taken and, eaten. We live in a world of fear and hiding from the lurkers outside, we set camp in the trees trying to not be seen from the rabbits and the humans. As we all know we are the thing they love to eat, a potato.

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