I am a fish. This thought goes through my head every day. Or whatever I have. More of a cylinder shape, really. And my tiny brain. Like a pea. I hate peas. Once one of the boys tried to feed me peas. I hate him. Won't forget that memory. I've really been thinking about my career lately. Maybe a doctor or a vet. After I escape this death bowl. I hate this bowl. Very hard. Made of something called glass. I hate humans. Love fish. Fish are great. I am fish. Yep. Fish. People eat fish. Not me but my grandparents. Or the mean neighbors next door. Hate them. Always trying to have a better front lawn but you know what, you will never win so just give up and go die in a hole. That's how I'll die. In a hole. Because I am fish.
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Glub glub: a fish story
De TodoI honestly have no idea why I wrote this. Or why you're reading it. Have fun
