The Squid from Quid A short story poem Once upon a time in the land of Quid, there came a strange and peculiar squid. He had no ink or cloud to spread. Truth be told, he'd rather be dead. Because all his peers they teased him bad. He had no friends, which made him sad. And so one day when he was down, he explored on his own and got out of town. Deep in the ocean away from his home, he had time to think and be on his own. He saw all the coral and moved through the weeds. He saw all the many variety of reeds. It made him think since no plant was the same, that maybe his peers were really quite lame. To think that all squids - the young and the old - should all be the same, not to shy, not to bold. He thought he was broke all his life he felt so. But now he felt changed and now he felt whole. The next time squids laughed or called him mean names, he reminded himself he was not to blame. Each squid has a purpose though some may not see it, and maybe one day he would grow up to be it. The end
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