For veggie people

He hasn’t been a good friend to himself; how could he expect to be a good friend to other people or others to be his good friends.
He needed to rest. Just for a while. They were eating him alive. He couldn’t allow that. Not while he was a person with life. Not while there was still life. He was surrounded by sharps and feeling –was that just a feeling, he wandered- like a small fish.
As much as he could see, there were two options; the first one he thought wasn’t a very good one, but he had seen a movie and on that movie, a fish with a large space to grow would become bigger. It made sense for him. What he needed was to change to other waters, to a larger ocean. But, on the other hand he though, there will always be big fishes and what I need is to build a shelf. That would be a better solution as that would also avoid the predators to desire his meat.
The last time I saw him he was, in cold waters, with this dilemma. I haven’t seen him for a long long time. I wandered what happen to that little bird.