Take My Hand, Apprentice
He was swallowed whole. Eaten, his bones spit out. But it wasn't the end. He opened my eyes, and once again, he lived. This time, though, a mouse rather than a fish.
He fell from the sky, a parrot, and bleeding out on the jungle floor, he called out in a mimicry of those monkeys: "G-gaud. Gaud. Gaud! Gaud! Gaud!"
He thought in his primitive brain, "why can't I be one of them? One of those beautiful, magical creatures. They're the peak, they must be. So why? Why do I have to continue this endless cycle?"
And when he awoke, he was a monkey, just like them. A beautiful, magical, monkey, scorned by the world.
"But why?" The Boy thought. "Why is it like this? What happened to the magic and the fun and the paradise? Why am I born in shit?"
Damn.
"Teach me magic," he asked.
But the wizard only laughed in his face, watching as his crimes caught up to him.
Maybe, just maybe, being 'human' wasn't as great as he thought.