A mouse. Yet in a way, him and Charlie were the same "person". Algernon was a lab rat. A ticket to a nobel prize. Nothing but an experiment. Delicate, un-human, and furry but he still had a heart. Sadly the doctors didn't care. The lab made him abnormal. He knew things not even humans knew. Too bad he didn't know the lab would end his life. His precious life toyed around with by insensitive, selfish doctors. An innocent and loving little creature murdered for the sake of a disatrous experiment. Now he lies in his flower-covered grave, a victim of intelligence.
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