They were all so eager to get to the edge of the cliff, trampling over each other, rolling and tumbling their way to their doom. It was astonishing to watch them do it, to see not one of their little bodies straggling behind. Every last one pushed forward to be the first, or one of the first, to go tumbling into the violently churning waves a hundred feet below. And why? To what end? They have no religion, no god to please with the needless sacrifice of their bodies on the waves. What called to them so loud and clear that they all came running at the same time, so enthusiastic to die? Or maybe they didn’t know that’s what awaited them at the end of their run. To be engulfed by the jaws of the ocean and borne away forever.