statistics

I wonder, if I’m in your hand, does that mean there are two in the bush who escaped? Where are they? Which bush? What are they thinking? Are they thinking of me? Do they know me? Would they know who to call? Are they thinking there was almost a 33% chance it would be one of them. 
Do they know statistics? Are they good with numbers? 
I’m good with my quants. It didn’t help. I lost. I’m hostage. It’s over. Is it over? Should I try to fly away? I’ll surely die. 
What else was I good with? What else could I outwit them with? Why did you catch me? Because one in three. And 33.33% probability (if we’re all equal, which we’re most likely not) that one of us will get caught. How are we not equal? No really, why did you catch me? Now really is not the time to think about diversity or uniqueness, or is it? Also who cares about statistics? I got the 1 in the 0-1 game. They got the 0. They are free and I am not. 
I get to be crushed inside the palm of a man, who’s just looking to… (well, I wish I knew this one, …why did you catch me again?)

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