I Can’t Stand Plants!
There once was a fish named Ruby.
She liked to swim around her tiny castle.
Berry was there, too.
His voice sounded wobbly and far away.
One day, Berry called out, “I can’t stand plants!”
Ruby looked at hers.
Soft and silky.
But she nodded.
One afternoon, a giant shadow passed over her.
Berry was gone.
“Berry?” Ruby called. “Where did you go?”
Then splash! He dropped in.
“I see you better now.”
“They were cleaning my bowl.”
“Your bowl?”
Berry tapped his fin against an invisible wall.
“We’re not in the same water.”
“I’ll come see you.”
When the pet shop went dark, Ruby took a deep breath and leaped.
She landed in his world.
Berry’s plants.
“Oh,” Ruby whispered.
“They really are pokey.”
The fish jumped from bowl to bowl.
If you listen closely, you might still hear a plop here and there.
The End.
Your Bowl?
Look around.
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