cognition

Once a very long time ago, when man was still crawling around and unable to use our modern spoken language yet, there was a prehistoric bird named Arko. Arko lived spent his days hoovering above the waters looking for food in the legged fish. Well, one day at around dusk, one of the afore mentioned humans was out bathing in these very waters. Arko perched himself up in a tree, cleaning his wings and watching him. He became mesmorised by the man and his own cleansing ritual. The man knew he was being watched by this lutcious bird but enjoyed it. This was one of the first emotions he ever felt. Soon the bird and the man, unbeknown to the other, met at dusk every day. Well, Arko's father became suspicious of his son's nightly whereabouts and followed him one Friday. He became enraged by what he saw. Without confronting Arko, he swooped into the waters and ripped the head off of the man, flying away as the headless creature swayed for a moment then fell with a splash never to be alive again. This was the second emotion the man ever felt. First excitement, then clearity before death. Arko then took his own life.