Octavia

Octavia the octopus had many things to do,

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Too many things on her long list to possibly get through.

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There were errands to run and tasks to complete.

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Projects to work on, and meals to eat.

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She had people to visit and places to be,

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Appointments with guests, with whom to have tea.

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She was planning, and crafting, and conspiring,

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And reading, and learning about everything.

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One morning, she was hard at work, as busy as a bee.

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Accomplishing most of her tasks simultaneously.

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She visited her neighbors, the family of eels.

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She pet a couple boxfish, as cute as baby seals.

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She built a house with coral and shiny little shells.

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She coded a mobile app to help fish find hotels.

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She ate a delicious seaweed meal, she really loves to eat.

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She wrote some epic poetry about a seahorse named Pete.

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She lifted weights and exercised to keep her body strong.

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She made a pretty cool guitar to play a punk rock song.

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By nature of her tentacles, she managed much at once.

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She balanced her TODO list in a fluid ocean dance.

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She multitasked with all eight limbs and tried to juggle more.

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But found some things up in the sea or on the ocean floor.

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And when she tried to do a thing that failed and fell through,

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She got stressed out, and thrashed about, and turned rather blue.

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By evening, Octavia cried with much exasperation.

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A passing shark saw her despair and stopped without hesitation.

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"My friend," the shark said to Octavia, "Whatever is the matter?"

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Octavia said, "I am overwhelmed and feeling pretty scattered."

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"I want to do so many things, but I am short on limbs."

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"I can't do all things all the time and satisfy my whims."

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The shark said to Octavia, "You must do one thing at a time."

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"Despite your many tentacles you have but a single mind."

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"Oh, there you are mistaken, Shark." the sad octopus said,

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"I have nine brains - eight in my arms, and one inside my head."

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"How interesting," replied the shark, "but I stand by my word."

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"A single focus at a time makes living less absurd."

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"Combine your minds on one big thing and really do it right."

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"Enjoy the task that is at hand, and give it all your might."

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"But, what about the other things?" the octopus whined.

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"It's so much fun to start new things and swivel round your mind."

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"You'll do worse work, and never end a single thing you've started."

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"Your life will be an endless dance that leaves you empty-hearted."

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"Just pick a thing and get it done. Keep your focus present."

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"You'll find that being here not there is really rather pleasant."

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And then the shark just swam away leaving Octavia to wonder.

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What next thing she was to do was quite a thing to ponder.

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She crawled into her little house and put on her thinking cap.

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She concentrated with nine brains, and then she took a nap.

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When she woke up, she set to work, to write a poem about herself

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