How to write a composition about animals imitating humans in 350 words?

I am a little ant who lives in fear every day. Why do I live in fear? Because since I was born, humans have tried their best to kill us as soon as they saw us. I haven't met anyone who saw us but didn't kill us. I once thought, is man the most terrible and vicious animal? I hope not, because I think one day, humans will think that killing us is a wrong act. They will correct their mistakes as soon as they know that they are wrong, and they will never make such mistakes again (I'm not sure if humans are killing us. ) We will forgive them instead of haggling with them. I also spent a period of my life in happiness, that is, some kind children brought us delicious food every day. For example: bread, biscuits, cakes and so on ... delicious things. We are grateful and like these children very much. They give us delicious food and play with us every day. Although these children are usually with us, they are giants in our eyes, but when we get along together, they become as small animals as us in our eyes. Finally, one day, we left happily, and these children moved away. They can no longer play with us and give us that delicious food. My old life is back (life in fear), and I hate human beings. If one day, a fairy comes to the place where our ants live, I will make a wish to him. This wish is to ask the fairy to turn us into human beings and let human beings become ants. Why would I think that? Because we also want human beings to feel our pain. Once, my good friend Pangpang (it is very fat, so we call it Pangpang) told me that human campus life is too painful (it lives on campus). I asked him why. It says, "Children on campus will pick us up and beat us to death or trample us to death when they see us." We can't even escape. We hate humans so much, and humans want to kill us? Are there any other small animals? Please give us a peaceful and peaceful home! I am a dog. But I'm dead. So to be exact, I am a dead dog. My soul broke away from the rotting body and flew into the sky. There was silence and darkness all around. Only fragments of memory shine in front of me like flickering candlelight. They paved a fair tour for me and took me back to my previous life. I was born in a remote village in Australia for the first time. Although it is only a village. But I have the responsibility of bringing home the bacon. Whenever the owner carries a shotgun and blows the horn, my companions and I become full of energy and ready to go. We pounced on rabbits and hunted pheasants, and wherever the master's gun went, we followed. We are the master's right-hand man and patron saint. So, when the brown bear suddenly flashed from the depths of the forest and stretched out its huge claws to shoot at its owner, I was not at all. Hit me in the chest. My sincere heart was destroyed by this palm and suddenly stopped beating. The next year, I lived in Tokyo, Japan. From an early age, he cultivated his steady and practical character, stood out from many partners and became the "eyes" of the blind. No matter how tired I am, I will immediately cheer up, cross the road, cross the road, climb the steps and walk. Countless streets, large and small, left my footprints and shed my sweat. My back gradually collapsed, my limbs gradually failed to stand upright, and long-term control of defecation also caused diseases to my kidneys. I am old and can't move my weak legs any more. I lay in my master's warm arms and rubbed my wet nose against his cheek. A warm tear hit my face and I slowly closed my eyes. First, I was born in rural America. My natural instinct makes me the master's right-hand man. The moment I put on my sleigh, I felt like a flying eagle. The frozen South Pole is where my master works and where I fight. When we pull the sleigh, cross the snow-capped mountains and slide across the river, the owner's heartfelt laughter is our greatest compliment. Blizzard weather. For the rare scientific research opportunities, we have embarked on a journey again. Only this time, I fell from the high snow mountain and fell heavily in the valley. The dazzling blood is in sharp contrast with the white snow. My body gradually lost its temperature and became stiff. I stayed there and became a statue. In this fourth generation, I came to China. I remember my mother told me when I first opened my eyes that this year was our animal year. People say this year is our animal year. Otherwise it will be a disaster. I grew up in the warm arms of my master, in delicious dog food and in novel and advanced toys. I lamented the luck that fate brought me. However, when a group of men in uniform raised sticks and called me to my face, my consciousness suddenly became blurred. My brain began to be unable to think, and I really couldn't understand the change of fate from extreme happiness to extreme pain. My body collapsed under the stick, and I heard my master tear it.