Zoqem was a loner. There was room to be free and do what he pleased that way. In his youth, he was more social. He quickly learned from the many poor choices of his siblings that pro social behavior was sometimes abhorrent.
Oh, so much infighting.
As soon as he was old enough, he set out on his own to plot his own course.
During his travels, a shiny object had befallen him that brought self awareness and vanity. He was such a handsome specimen.
It was a prized possession.
Other than looking at his image, eating was his favorite pastime. A connoisseur of seafood, Zoqem had an acquired taste for the exotic as well.
Today would be a day of feasting.
Today’s exquisite fare was hard on the outside, but tasty morsels could be had if you shook it side to side.
Strangely, if you selected the last one, the others would circle and offer themselves to be eaten. Strange creatures. They were not like the other mollusks who would retreat in their shell. They willingly offered themselves.
Zoqem selected a delectable and gently shook the shell. It was time to feast.