How one life changed many other.
Fantastic invention, it seems, and contrary to good sense: put the hard, solid, precisely how well the site protects the flesh. The bone, so useful to the outside, installed at a point where little or no use of their hardness.
The crustacean would laugh when he first saw one being soft, big, chubby (the fish of the sea of the Indies) that are being tested, slid, ran, shelled, armor and defense, having concentrated all his strength inside, protected only fluency by viscous mucus in the lush surroundings, and gradually becomes elastic scales. Soft shell is provided and folds, giving without giving at all.
It was a revolution analogous to that of Gustavo Adolfo when their soldiers lightened the heavy iron armor covering his chest with a solid shell of camel leather, though not very heavy and soft.
Revolution bold, but cautious. Not being our fish captive in his armor like the crab, while vese free status that was subject to cruel, this armor, the mute, the danger, the weakness, the effort, the huge waste of strength that is in those moments . The fish move little and slowly, like humans and large animals, saving, life piling up, creating a powerful treasure nervous system endowed with innumerable electric wires that resonate in the spine and brain. Although lack of bone or whether it is too soft, if the fish is still embryonic appearance, it is not deprived of his great thanks to his rich harmony skein of yarn nervous.
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