There is this place, curved, white and cold. Whenever I visit it is fun to run around.
Whenever I call out I always hear the sound of my voice reflecting back at me.
For hours on end I run in circles and calling out, occasionally the humans come in and giggle.
There is the strange behavior of the humans, when they come in to play. They like to get wet, the water it sprays.
They seem to like to hear their own voices, because when ever they are in there they sing with no care.
The insanity of it all, who plays in water? Water is for drinking not playing and singing.
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