Inspired by the cooking knife story. This story is about the first soul of a young god with questionable maturity and horrible aim.

The first words in the life of this new soul were…

"Oops!"

"Looooser!"

"Hey, that was my first try! Aiming is hard!"

An exasperated voice cut in: "Then you shouldn't have tried throwing it! Get close and push it in."

"Yes, dad."

It felt something prod it, then pull, then push…but nothing really happened. It was probably a strange feeling…

"I can't get it out!" The first voice whined.

"Loooser!"

"It's probably conscious already…Congratulations, you just gave life to a hairpin!"