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Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived with her mother and father. They lived in a nice little house that people said was the place a little nightingale died giving its blood to a rose.
One day, the little girl went outside to play. The roses were bobbing their heads in the sunlight, and the grass sparkled. It rippled. Suddenly, she was in the middle of the ocean, flying high above the waves. All manner of things came out of the sea to talk to her.
First came Mr. Whale.
“Why, hello Mr. Whale. How are you today?”
Mr. Whale gave a little shudder and answered in a deep sad voice. “I’m afraid I’m not at all well. My youngest son was harpooned by a Japanese fisherman. My other son was caught in an oil spill. And I have a terrible case of bumps.”
The little girl shook her head sympathetically. “I’m sorry, Mr. Whale. But your sons are in heaven now, so it’s not so bad, right? Mother always said to look at the bright side of things.”
Mr. Whale nodded, and swam away.
Next came Mrs. Jellyfish.
“Why, hello Mrs. Jellyfish, how are you today?”
Mrs. Jellyfish dimmed and answered in a whining voice, “I’m afraid I am not at all well today. My native country, Australia, is suffering from weather, fire, and all manner of terrible things.”
The little girl let a little tear out. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Jellyfish. But it’ll soon get better, right?”
Mrs. Jellyfish nodded, and swam away.
Finally, a little goldfish swam to face the little girl. She was delighted with the golden sheen of the fish, and pretty fins.
“Why, hello little goldfish. How are you today?”
And the goldfish stared at her sadly. In a tiny voice, it murmured, “Not very well, I’m afraid. All the other goldfishes have owners who love them. But there is no one for me.”
At this, the little girl beamed. She took out a little glass jar that was conveniently in her pocket, and swept some seawater and the little goldfish into the jar.
“I will be your owner, little goldfish. And I will love you very much.”
At that, the sea turned into grass again, and the little girl walked back into her house, still clutching the little glass jar. Inside the jar was the little goldfish, smiling like there was no tomorrow.
Then one day…
The little girl was playing outside again. This time, she was in a forest, dressed like a fairy. Then the forest disappeared, and she was grabbed by big rough hands. They slapped her, and made her close her mouth so she couldn’t cry. The little goldfish watched this silently.
The little girl widened her eyes as she implored silently.
But the goldfish made no answer. And the little girl watched in horror as the goldfish changed into a man, with dark eyes and a cruel smile.
“Bring her to the car, and let’s go. Her parents will come looking for her soon.”
The man who was holding her simply grunted and started to push her forward.
The little girl wept. What had happened to her dear little goldfish? She looked again at the strange man with dark eyes. He did not resemble her goldfish at all.
The car drove away, and the little girl struggled against the roped tying her. She heard her mother come out, yell for her, and go back inside, calling for her husband.
The man who had been her goldfish leered at her. The little girl whimpered.
“Foolish little girl. Your father was the one who caused the oil spill, killing many sea creatures. This is their revenge.”
The car stopped. And the big man pulled out the girl, removed her gag, and threw her into the sea.
“That should do it.”
They nodded to each other. And they drove off to collect their payments from Mr. Whale.
That was the most horrifying thing I ever wrote in my life. Ugh.