Ramon was a fish in the Atlantic Ocean. He was a very sad fish, he always had a frown on his face, most of all he was lonely. Above all that lonliness he was afraid. He wished he could be a BIG and important fish like Juan the Monk fish. He wished he could have beautiful colors like Raul the Scorpion fish. But Ramon was just Ramon, he didn’t want to better himself, he didn’t want to go to fish school with the Sardines. He thought change was too hard and too scary. He was just Ramon the lonely fish. One day he set out into the deep ocean to prove he was important. He swam and he swam. He passed Malia the Tiger Shark, she was swimming happily enjoying the sunbeams soar through the water. When Ramon slowly lurched by she said cheerfully, “Hi Ramon! What are you doing today?” Ramon was surprised that such a big lovely Tiger Shark would notice him, let alone know his name. “Hi, Ramon managed to squeek out.” Malia asked if Ramon wanted to play crack the whip. He was so pleased that someone wanted to spend time with him! Ramon! The sad, scared fish. Malia and Ramon played every day, they had so much fun together that they didn’t even realize how much time had passed. They played crack the whip EVERY DAY at 5pm and Ramon started to have a little glint of joy in his eye, and he laughed a lot. One day, Malia the Tiger Shark told Ramon that he was a special fish, but Ramon didn’t believe her. He only remembered that he was a sad, lonely and scared fish. He told himself he wasn’t scared OR lonely. He told her she wasn’t right, that her stripes were too big and her teeth were too shiny, she laughed too loud at the movies, and they couldn’t play crack the whip anymore. Ramon thought he had all the answers, and for a second Malia thought he did too. Malia knew what she knew and that was that Ramon was so much happier with her around. He sluggishly swam away from Malia sure that he was right. He was so sad and lonely. Just then a net came and scooped up Ramon, he was caught by fisherman! Ramon was fried up for dinner for Tamada and Dior, and he stayed a sad and lonely fish forever.
Moral: If you have a tiger by the tail, you shouldn’t ever let go.