The
story begins with a fish named Carl (that's me!) I was swimming along one day
with my best friend Jonathan. We are teen fish of the fire fish kind and we
were heading to "school" (a large herd of fish). When out of the blue a large fisherman boat
came and we saw the shadow and I don't know about Jonathan but I thought
"Dang! That's a big rock!" So being the stupid fish we were, we went
towards it and swam right into a net where we were lifted into the boat and
shipped from the Great Atlantic Ocean to a fish store in Provo, Utah. I was
there for about 10 months (actually 10 days...)
One
day a man with a brown beard, white skin, brown hair, black shorts and a
superman shirt stared at me for about 10 seconds. Then he gestured to the man
who captured me and he came and captured me again with a small net along with
my friend Jonathan. We were thrown in a
bag, scared and alone when we got to a giant landmark (house). The man with the
beard stored us in a room in the bottom underground and it was quite the life!
Free food that didn’t swim away, no sharks, octopi, Fishermen. Nothing
bad.
Until one
day it happened. The man with the beard brought us up to a bigger tank and we
were put in and named. I was Poop and
Jonathan was named Die. They called us the “poop or die” fish. We had the life!
Rocks, sand and once again food and no predators. Jonathan and I loved it. We swam all day and slept all night and these
weird big creatures would admire us! When the man with the beard would come by
we were always fed.
One
day a new thing came into our ocean, it was a plant like creature. Jonathan and
I went to introduced ourselves to the snake like plant in a pipe but every time
we got within about five inches it fled back into its pipe! So after that
attempt we just went back to regular life for about two days. Then Jonathan just sat their awkwardly laying
on the rocks until I figured out he had no eyes, he was dead. I stayed there
for maybe two hours mourning Jonathan's death. Then I dug a hole next to a rock
and hid there for a long time only coming out to eat.
About
2 months later a strange white grey type fish came and started eating sand I
named him Sandy and I introduced myself as Carl. He reminded me of Jonathan, he
was nice and I had company again. I had the life again. We would swim around
scare snake plant pipe thing, eat and sleep we had it good for a long time. About two months later a new fish was dumped
in our ocean, he was purple and had a nasty battle scar. His tail... was cut
off! He is a crazy fish, he swims so fast and is always being funny. Just after he came in I counted eight fish
coming into the ocean. A giant fish we call Biggie. He's so much bigger than
me! And the silver brothers, there are three of them and a little silver baby
who follows them everywhere. Goldie the
orange fish. And there were also two striped fish.
They all
told me the same story. It was "The Toddler Attack" they all said in
unison. "One day two toddlers attacked us in the small ocean underground
and almost killed us all. They threw
things into the tank and tried to grab us!" Just then a face popped in front
of the glass in my ocean. I got so scared that I flew into the sand and was in
there for a bit.
I
needed to get out of this ocean, I tried to escape but I couldn't. I swam so much until I finally gave up. So I
laid on a rock as if I was dead for two days only eating food that fell into my
mouth. Then one day I finally woke up and realized there wasn’t anything to be
afraid of. There are no sharks, or
fishermen or even toddlers that can get me in my small ocean. The man with the beard brings me food every
day and now I have lots of friends to play with. I guess my life isn’t so bad after all.
