I’d always wanted to be a fish. I didn’t know why but I had always wished to be able to explore the vast ocean expanses, feel the waves caress on me. I didn’t care all that much about flying like most people, no. I wanted to swim and see all that the sea had to offer. So, of course, I’d be a fish, right? Not any fish either, the koï fish, my favorite kind. Considering the situation in which I now found myself, I wanted to laugh bitterly. A koï fish was nowhere near the top of the foodchain. I would be in constant danger. After all, less than an hour after I had realized my dream, I was already dead.
There was no more water around me any longer and I knew what would follow. The pelican now raised its head vertically and I slid to the dark abyss below. If only I had thought about all of this through… I wished I could have chosen something bigger, as graceful, yes, but something that would keep me alive at least.
I was squeezed down a long tube as I closed my eyes, every inch of my body burning. I couldn’t breathe any longer, not that it’d matter much in here. I soon reached the pit of the pelican’s stomach, covered in some slime that made my scales scream. My whole body was shivering and the thought of my imminent death hit me. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to die!