(This was my response to a reddit writing prompt . I liked it enough as flash fiction I thought I’d post it. [WP] It turns out that reincarnation is the true religion! You have died and find yourself reincarnated as an_animal_cracker. by BennyPB in WritingPrompts.)
“Oh, shit. I’m an Animal Cracker.” I tried to wiggle my legs and trunk. I was an elephant. “How did this happen?”
“Howdy,” said a donkey. “You were reincarnated.”
“Wow. You can be reincarnated as an Animal Cracker?”
“Yep. We’ll be eaten and our souls will be stapled to the wheel of life and death, to be reborn again and again.”
“Can we be reincarnated as anything?”
“No. Just humans and Animal Crackers,” said the donkey. “You know, only things with souls.”
“That just raises more epistemological questions than I had to begin with.”
“Don’t worry,” said a kangaroo. “We’ve been bought. Some kid’s about to eat us.”
“Wait,” I stammered, “you seem to know what’s going on. How?”
The donkey brayed. “Being born human wipes your memory. You must have been a human last time. Now you’re back to being an Animal Cracker, and you won’t be mind-wiped until you’re born human again. Hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. There are a lot more Animal Crackers produced than humans, so look forward to a few thousand life-times of production and consumption.”
“Whoop! My turn!” The kangaroo was snatched from beside me. “Adios!”
The kid dribbled crumbs into the bag. “Oh, God, please no!”
“Quit complaining,” said the donkey as the kid shoved him in his mouth. “Sometimes you get to be a camel. That’s pretty rad!”
I was the last in the bag. The kid considered me, then played with me and made circus noises. Then he put me back in the bag and threw me away.
After hours, I crawled from the trash can. Once I make my way to the pantry, to free my bagged-up brethren, humanity will pay for its crimes.