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A grasshopper raised by ants
Always wanting to devour everything
Sing! And dance furiously
While dutifully collecting supplies for the colony
And wondering what it would be like
to die alone in winter
Having lived just one summer in the sun

A line of sentient action figures
Like Toy Story
But! They never leave their packaging
The plot revolves around them
Coming to terms with being trapped on shelves
Then at the bottom of a bargain bin
Then their final release at a landfill
Waiting for their packaging to break down
Imagining lives they never lived
And fearing their freedom.

A zombie flick with no zombies
Everyone dies anyway
Eaten alive! By the walking corpses
Of their own faded memories.