All the fish were bewildered when one of the smaller trouts began to choke.
He had tried to swallow a dragonfly that was just to big for his mouth.
‘Quick do something or I will suffocate and die!’, The fish could have thought to himself while all the other fish just stared at him as he was struggling to survive at the bottom of the pond.
The little trout was trying to get the dragonfly out by hitting his belly against rocks.
He even tried it against the old rusty bicycle that was on the bottom of the pond.
And as he was spinning around and doing his best to push the bug out it was already to late he had already lost to much air and he began to feel light headed and began to float up to the surface while all the other fish watched.
“I’ts not like they just come floating up and all you have to do is scoop them out.”, Mark said right before the little trout appeared floating flat on the surface.
“Well, there’s one already.”, Twain said right when he scooped the fish out of the water using his fishing net, “That makes it 1-0.”
Mark and Twain were brothers and were sitting on the edge a bridge that went over the pond.
The smell of tuna entered Twain’s nose, Mark had just unwrapped his tuna sandwich, “Arg, get that thing away from me.”
Mark ignored his little brother and continued to munch on his tuna sandwich.
“I hate that smell so much, what if we were fish, then I would get sick of myself.”, Twain said.
Mark laughed while he took another bite and talked with his mouthful of mashed up tuna, “And I would be a cannibal.”, Mark said.
“Don’t you ever wonder what fish think, like when they get caught by a hook.
Or what this fish last thoughts were?”, Twain asks his brother.
Mark picked up the death fish and held it sideways and with it’s head towards Twain and used it as a puppet, “I am to young to die! I had a wife and kids! I wanted to become a doctor and help wounded fish! Oh No!”
And with that final ‘Oh no!’ the dragonfly saw his escape and flew out of the fish and it flew one loop around Mark and Twain before it took off into the sky.
‘Hooray! Freedom!’, The dragon fly could have thought to himself.
He had tried to swallow a dragonfly that was just to big for his mouth.
‘Quick do something or I will suffocate and die!’, The fish could have thought to himself while all the other fish just stared at him as he was struggling to survive at the bottom of the pond.
The little trout was trying to get the dragonfly out by hitting his belly against rocks.
He even tried it against the old rusty bicycle that was on the bottom of the pond.
And as he was spinning around and doing his best to push the bug out it was already to late he had already lost to much air and he began to feel light headed and began to float up to the surface while all the other fish watched.
“I’ts not like they just come floating up and all you have to do is scoop them out.”, Mark said right before the little trout appeared floating flat on the surface.
“Well, there’s one already.”, Twain said right when he scooped the fish out of the water using his fishing net, “That makes it 1-0.”
Mark and Twain were brothers and were sitting on the edge a bridge that went over the pond.
The smell of tuna entered Twain’s nose, Mark had just unwrapped his tuna sandwich, “Arg, get that thing away from me.”
Mark ignored his little brother and continued to munch on his tuna sandwich.
“I hate that smell so much, what if we were fish, then I would get sick of myself.”, Twain said.
Mark laughed while he took another bite and talked with his mouthful of mashed up tuna, “And I would be a cannibal.”, Mark said.
“Don’t you ever wonder what fish think, like when they get caught by a hook.
Or what this fish last thoughts were?”, Twain asks his brother.
Mark picked up the death fish and held it sideways and with it’s head towards Twain and used it as a puppet, “I am to young to die! I had a wife and kids! I wanted to become a doctor and help wounded fish! Oh No!”
And with that final ‘Oh no!’ the dragonfly saw his escape and flew out of the fish and it flew one loop around Mark and Twain before it took off into the sky.
‘Hooray! Freedom!’, The dragon fly could have thought to himself.
