And then

Gulliver slowly stopped swiming with the other fish and would stare out of the fishbowl after he had eaten some food. The other fish would try to get him to start a game of tag but he would just swim to the other side of the bowl. His little fish heart hurt. He wanted to sing, he felt like that was the only thing in life that truely made him happy. One day he decided to start singing again, only this time he would stick his head out of the bowl so he wouldn't make bubbles. "If I keep my gills in I should be ok," he said to himself as he swam up. He took a deep breath then started to sing.

The End

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