Today, I was swimming along the coast and I met this seahorse. His name was Earl. Earl seemed like a very cynical seahorse. He was constantly talking about how the ocean is always dirty, and how he always has to avoid syringes and toxic waste. I do not know, but this seems to anger me when the other creatures are so pessimistic about their world. I love the ocean and where I came from. I was born right off the coast of Florida. I have not been back since.
I think tomorrow I will go and swim up to the Arctic and see an old friend of mine, Burt. Burt is an old Polar Bear friend of mine. I know what everyone is thinking, "but Burt will try and eat you." No, Burt has been my friend for a very long time. When both went to the same "how to swim camp" together. Can not wait!
I better be off.
