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. One more time.
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