The animals in captivity live almost always outside the "herd ", also because the herd is often trivial and they are not. And they want to break away from this banality, even at the cost of losing the precious and beautiful than any herd hides.
The animals belong in captivity at a "branch " very special: they are those who do not treat you like everyone else, you have to able to take with them, that if you overdo it sting and make you pure evil, but never with bad intentions.
And at first you define them, you know what type they belong to, you know the well known characteristics and swears that he is also the antidote to avoid catching them you prick. And maybe you even care to find him where to put them in a cage because you-think-certainly in there WOULD BE better. Instead, they lose miserably.
Then, a passing moment, an incident happens that does not necessarily have the size dell'eclatante, which can be as small as small as a ... "August " and you see realize that the captive is lovable. That there is a sweet and tasty flesh that is embraced by that surface so rough that you would immediately peeled and thrown away. And find out what beautiful is the substance, which is nice to be surprised and proven wrong. Find out what over you, there's always one more chance, there are now two cents on the plate: one is that what you had bet the other that is already your victory.
I love you.
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