I sat next to sea watching the dolphin spring out before deciding to read a story. He opened his Watt pad enjoying the view but the story he first stumbled across pissed him off. “A man with an oxygen tank in the office, I better just be shipped off to planet nine!" thought I finally deciding to make something useful out of the boring moment.
“ I know lemme make a video which I will post in you tube and gain followers or I could visit my friend" he said standing up to pose for the less greater sun as his teeth reflected the white sun rays with just a smirk. Within no time he changed to his diving suit and put on the necessary equipment and dove inside the sea. His body swiftly streamlined against the waves as he passed some school of whales who were most probably busy in chasing some marine victim.
Below the sea he was able to see his sea friend, Goldie the gold fish. They danced the mermaid break dance on every coral reef and made moonsaults over the icebergs. As he was engrossed in his artistic and friendly act the oxygen tank was finally finished. “Call 911" the fish said and he said a yes of a bubble. Sadly the phone was not working but his friend saved him once more, he gave him a plastic paper bag to cover his face. “Dont ever come here again!" the fish bubbled the words.
“Why?" I asked.
“A few days ago I was moonwalking on the see bed and I happened to ingest a bottled a bottle top which was coated with some delicious stuff. I am afraid I will be gone in a few days"
“This cant happen Goldie"
“Promise to stay strong and conserve the enviroment. Recycle plastic to save a bestie like me out there"
“I promises this" I said hugging his buddy once last more time before it was shark chaw.
Before he knew it his head covered in plastic was pulled up by some boys.
“Dude you trying to visit God soon?" a boy asked
“Goldie.." he cried
“Enough with the whining get this fish net and help me collect the dirt around here floating"
“Yes, for Goldie" I grabbed and helped.
In short actions are mightier than words
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