Chaunders, my goldfish, was feeling depressed. I asked what was the matter. Chaunders said he appreciated my housing and feeding him, but he missed living in the ocean.
I love Chaunders so I put him in a baggie with water and went to the ocean. We said our goodbyes and I dropped Chaunders into the water.
Chaunders swam with glee, zig-zagging in delirious patterns. Then he was eaten by a Flounder.
The Flounder apologized. I said it was okay. It helped me get rid of my feeling of being abandoned.
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