Avatars and Others

When I died as a giraffe, I chose an orangutan's form next. It was a similar and comfortable colour. It had long limbs which I appreciated the elegance of. But it swung in the trees that I had always been trying to reach during my past life. It was an upgrade in my giraffe eyes. It looked more fun altogether. When I was born, subsequently, as a baby orangutan, I immediately forgot I had ever been a giraffe as I tried to get the new body to grip branches and walk on its fists. I chose a human body next and getting my head round this language use made me forget monkeying about as an orangutan.