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The Great Migration

Every winter

our fish would migrate south.

 

Probably to Florida or Cancun

or any of those places where

grandparents live

and it's always warm.

Fish like it in warm places.

 

They would tap

the side of their fish bowl and mom

would grab a glass of water,

 

In they would jump.

Then, Mom would pour the fish

into a container,

put it in the mailbox,

and send it south.

 

House fish need this,

because they can't get out of their bowls.

It's like taking a dog for a walk.

River and lake and ocean fish just swim there.

 

When all of the fish get south,

they have a fish party,

where they eat gangsters and smugglers,

 

I think.

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