Squeak, squeak.
The bell rings.
The crowd sings.
My human waves his hand in the air.
Squeak. Click. Click. Squeak.
A fish.
One fish.
My body is a barrel racing, breaking the thin line between my aquatic home and the fresh air of human.
Whooooooooooosh.
A hope, my equilibrium. A flip. I remember my mouth agape, grabbing the fish from my human's hand with the precision only months of repetition can accomplish.
Splash.
The crowd sings
The bell rings.
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