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In the Pre-Frontal Cortex Department, Brain and Co. I ran as fast as I could to deliver my package, almost skidding across the floor. Navigating through throngs of neurons, I rushed into the dendrite conference room, delivering my package before moving on to my next task. From the corner of my eye,

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“I will stay outside!” a young ant, Alex, screamed. “But the anteater is coming. We need to get to safety,” his friends tried to explain, amidst the deafening noise of panicking ants. “I WANT MY FREEDOM” Alex bellowed, standing firmly in place. He had riled up a gang of seven other ants, fools wh

I really need food, the young clown fish thought as he swam through the murky waters. His bright orange scales contrasted sharply with the otherwise dark and filthy expanse of liquid. It really couldn't be considered water anymore. He looked past the corals, which were covered in thin plastic bags