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Once there was a strange cicada.
The cicada hadn’t changed at all, so no one noticed it.
In the world there existed hundreds of millions of cicadas, so nobody took interest if only one showed a strange behavior.
The strange one didn’t cry.
It didn’t cry despite being a cicada. It didn’t cry despite being male.
The song of courtship, it never sang it throughout its life.
The cicada did nothing but fly around.
From tree to tree, and once it sipped a bit of sap it immediately moved to a different tree again.
For himself, only one for himself.
The cicada with its short life spent all its time to look for the one tree.
The one in this wide world.
But was the one in this world?
Nobody knew what the cicada was thinking.
It wasn’t known if the living being called cicada thought at all.
After it short life as an adult ended, the cicada fell on the asphalt.
A child with an insect cage picked it up and then threw it away.
It was then carried away by a group of black ants.