"Hello?" his voice echoed, he was a frail and small child, all alone outside of his house. it was dark and smelled like wet cement, he heard loud noises surrounding him and he felt scared.
"Hello?!" he repeated, gaining more panic by the second.
He was in his backyard, but his mother was nowhere is sight.
he was feeling overwhelmed, he couldn't comprehend what was going on, for he was just a small child. But he knew, something was wrong.
"Momme!" He cried
"Momme! Help!"
No answer
His heart began to beat faster and faster, he searched and searched, yet he did not see her.
He burst into tears.
Suddenly,
He looked up and saw, there was his mother, holding something weird.
"Momme?" he questioned
his mother then noticed him and looked horrified then weakly said
"Hejo?"
"Momme!" He screamed with excitement and began to move towards her
"If you're Hejo." She wondered aloud "Then who IS THAT"
She quickly let go of what she was holding.
They both were confused, what was that?!
suddenly a huge object came floating towards them.
the panicked but they were able to hear
"Looks like she was holding a Q-tip"
They raced back towards the reef, their home.
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General Fiction#PlanetOrPlastic animals in the sea are living in our filth, we're putting our trash into their home. and we don't even empathize. no one thinks about how they feel.
