A small story of A Small seahorse adventure

One small story, One large Adventure

It's hard to swim in an ocean of mess, in the swirling pool of waste. I'm only small, one of the smallest. One of the loneliest, all I ever wanted was a friend. But day after day I got mistaken for part of the trash that swam around me. Mistaken as a bottle cap or fork. Even though this is tough, I didn't let I'd get me down, I made my own friends amongst all the rubbish the humans left. They weren't all real but they were lots of sizes: big, small, round and skinny. I named them after the friends I wanted, the friends I wished and wanted for. 

Freind one, Marcine.  A small plastic cap, she was blue like the water and round like the sun. She didn't wiegh much so one day like everything else she drifted away. Friend 2, Joesph. He was larger, a bottle. We would laugh and joke about his size, about the colour of my eyes. But one day the muck got to much and I lost him in the crowd of dirt and grim. My third friend was called Suzan and she was grand, a latex glove from a human hand. She stayed for longer than the rest and day by day I did my best. To keep her close as we sailed the waves. Across the sandy flowers we roamed, for days on end without a  piece of land in sight. But I lost her  swimming to the surface, she sank and went with the rest of the mess that polutes these waters.

Sat alone at the bottom of the sea, I looked for someone just like me. Small and lost, all alone. Just looking for someone; anyone at all. I travelled miles across rocky  seas. Through asteroid fields full of plastic bits and bobs. Till I found the thing for me, a small qutip, rather tall but that didn't bother me at all. I kept it wrapped inside my tail until I could find someone real. Some who wouldn't float away. He traveled to many places , until we were back to where we began. In a home with real friends and family far from the land.

So just remember where you dump you plastic, because the more you dump the further someone like me can get lost. Out in the ocean surrounded by dirt, away from the friends and family that care. You may throw your bottle and think nothing of it, but It can disturb many lives. They may be a friend to some in the waters but they also kill many sons and daughters.