In a family of primates that lived near the coast of Africa, two twins were born. One was normal, the other was so small it was almost discarded along with the placenta. Saved by a half sister of the primate that gave birth, that fragile being was fed and raised as if he were part of the pack.
However, because of his small size he could not really belong to the pack. If primates gathered to eat termites using wands, he had to be careful not to be attacked and devoured by the insects. When primates climbed trees to pick fruit, he had to cling to someone in order to be able to follow the pack. But as the fruits were very large, he needed to be fed with small pieces (which always happened when everyone was full).
The tiny primate, unique of its kind, grew up realizing he was different. He could never dispute a female, for example. He was treated well by the other males, but only because he posed no danger to the existing hierarchy of the pack. His life could go on smoothly, but it didn't.
When monkey hunters arrived on the beach, the pack had to flee and the little one was forgotten where he was. He was not found and caged by the hunters, but had to learn how to take care of himself. The forest was very dangerous, on the beach he learned to hide in the sand inside the house of a dead mollusk.
He only came out of his tiny fortress to feed when he was sure no threat was around. Hungry birds and crabs always tried to devour him, but he bravely defended himself using a rusty pin he accidentally found in the sand.
This little monkey has lived many little stories in and out of its shell. But he wasn't able to tell anyone any of them before he was finally turned into a seagull's meal. How many people do we know ourselves who live lives similar to his?