i hate being a scorpion who needs to cross a river. none of the frogs will help me out, they distances themselves from me, they eye me, they sneer at my pleas. they say “oh we know you will kill us, for it is in your nature!” and its true. the other scorpions snicker every time they trick a frog, they don't even show up to their friends funeral, they just get drunk and laugh about doing it again. ive attened every funeral for the frogs, 10 so far, and i make myself sit in the back. i stopped giving condolences to the families because it usually devolved into them shouting that im a killer, and i have no sympathy. why did god hate me so much as to make me a weapon.