You know when you go sailing on a beautiful river and you look down and see those shiny little fishies darting from side to side. What a boring life they must have you think, swimming up and down, up and down, feasting on worms and stuff. Oh no, that's not all that they do...
They have underwater planes, tanks, barracks. Its a fish army paradise down there. Crabs on sentry duty, monkfish loading their guns, long-whiskered catfish getting soldiers in line for the famous battle of Algaculture. Sergeant Humpback rallying one and all.
Spitfires flowing overhead whilst every jellyfish and giant grouper protects the poor lungfishes and hagfishes that flounder about once alone. Fishes exchange gases by using gills that are located on either side of the pharynx but in these dark days they use chlorine gases to destroy each other's respiratory systems. Cod lay floundering at the bottom of the sea gasping for a breath, knowing a better plaice awaits them... praying beyond the faith that exists in the deep blue sea that their fishy sons and daughters will have a better place to bring up their young.
The fish war is not over and there are many dark days ahead.
Tonight when you go to bed think of the suffering that is occuring and say a prayer.
There's something fishy happening...
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Aww, did anyone think this sort of thing had
ever stopped...?
