Three babies are floating comfortably in their mother’s womb, chatting away like old friends.
The first one says, “When I grow up, I want to be a famous artist. That way, everyone in the world will finally know exactly what it looks like in here — all the warm pink walls, the gentle glow, and this cozy little space we’re living in.”
The second one nods and says, “That’s cool. Me? I want to be an Olympic swimmer. I’ve been training non-stop in this giant pool, doing laps every day. By the time I’m born, I’ll already have more practice than anyone else on the planet!”
They both look at the third baby, who’s been unusually quiet. Finally, he speaks up with a determined glare:
“I’m going to be a hunter. A big-game hunter. Because the next time that long, slimy snake sneaks in here and starts poking me in the head again, I’m gonna grab my little spear and chop that damned thing clean in half!”
