A Fish's Tale

A lovely little place in the middle of nowhere, a secret place that could not be found until you were upon it. A stream of some consequence that widened right here and then made a waterfall that fell with a mini roar into a pond of cool, clear water, then continued on with a merry gurgle through the lush meadow and into the woods. In the pool above lived a little sh with no friends except for threecraysh that lived in a quiet space behind a great rock and wave at him whenever he swam by. Each day he would travel up the stream to see what was to be seen. He had to push hard against the current which gave him a sense of accomplishment. Sometime he was rewarded with the sight of a "ower whose headhad become so heavy that it lowered itself into to the water, perhaps to see what was below. The trips home were exciting as the current carried him back at a speed he could never accomplish on his own. One day when the rains had come down in great buckets, the stream was swollen upover its shores and many "owers were to be seen. When the water-ltered light began to fade little sh turned for home. The current was fast, faster than he had ever known. It "ipped him over and tossed him about and, if he could, he would have gotten out. The next thing he knew he was high in the air and over the waterfall he went. His confusion and terror began to subside and he quietly looked around. He was encircled with many sh who greeted and welcomed him all around including a lovely sweet miss who smiled and took him by the n. He hadn’t know how lonely he had been but now he took a wife.