The weather was always the same under the ocean. Way down at the bottom of the ocean floor it was always cold and dark. That was where all of the scary things with sharp teeth lived. Annette, the fish, did not dare to venture down into those murky depths. The closer to the surface you went, the warmer the water became. (what a simple formula) Annette usually stayed closer to the surface for she loved to be warm.
But, alas, Annette was not a happy fish. She was tired of living beneath the waves. She had heard the flying fish talk of the beautiful skies above the water and the round ball that gave out bright light and warmth. They talked of the islands with warm, sandy beaches & lush greenery.
Every night as Annette kept her eyes open and slept, she dreamt of flying about like the birds that the flying fish had talked of seeing. Why had God made her a fish? She did not know...
The next morning as the flying fish came splashing back underwater for a rest, they told her of a beautiful island that was nearby. Upon hearing this, Annette wiggled her fins with joy. She then swam off as fast as she could toward the island. As she neared it, the waves started to crash loudly around her. Annette began to feel afraid. Suddenly a monstrous wave picked up the poor fish and smashed her into the sand. As she lay there, Annette gazed around her at the breathtaking (literally) scenery and smiled a fishy smile. Then she slowly dried up.
Moral of the Story: be contented with your surroundings~
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