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As soon as they poured me from my cup into the rice paddy, I darted away and hid behind a clump of plants. My body quivered from the drastic temperature change. They hadn't even bothered to acclimate me. I sensed more water being dumped into the paddy, and I peered out from behind my hiding spot. It was that halfmoon with the crooked back. When I was in captivity, his tank was next to mine. The puny little thing spun around, then darted behind another clump of weeds. A third cup was dumped in, and a handsome lemon-yellow and white plakat plopped into the water. I expected him to hide behind a clump of weeds like I and the other betta had, but he just stared back up out of the water, at the people whom he had once called friends. Disgusting humans. How could these creatures who had loved us, cared for us, and bred us just abandon us so heartlessly? My caudal fin twitched in annoyance. After a little while longer, I decided to rest for a while and settled on the muddy bottom of the pond.
My head spun as I fell down the arching stream of water from my cup into the rice paddy. As soon as I hit the water, I dizzily twisted around before my instincts made me dart behind some plants. Once there, I allowed my feeble body to float to the bottom. I lay on my side, my gills moving heavily, trying to get used to this new water. I lay like this for a long time, before I sensed something wriggle beside me. I looked over to see a mosquito larva, and I snatched it up. It was delicious, and after eating it I felt a little better. I swam up off of my side, and righted myself, before feebly swimming over to the edge of the plant that I was hiding behind. I nibbled on some algae, then wondered what would happen to me. Would I survive, or would I simply die before I knew why I was even here?
I stared out above the surface of the water, wondering what my caretaker was doing. My gills worked silently to comprehend this new water, and I watched as my caretaker walked away without glancing back. I swam in place for a few moments more, before out of the corner of my eye, spotting a pretty little purple female betta peeing out from behind a clump of weeds. The instinct that was drilled into me by countless spawns took over, and I selected a large clump of weeds to start building my nest onto. I occupied myself with this task, and tried to forget about what had just happened.