Fiction: Group 2
plankton, but it was tiresome playing hide and seek in the same four corners. We were too agile for our
enemies.
One afternoon Buddy whispered, “Hey, Snowy. Look here.”
He showed me the opening a long plastic tunnel where fresh water gushed out. At that moment
the current was unusually weak. I peeked into the tunnel and wondered what came out on the other side.
I began to feel the itch to swim upstream. “It’s now or never,” I muttered. I dove into the tunnel
and felt a surge of energy as I thrust my body upwards. When we reached the top, we dived down
gleefully. Seconds later, our bodies plopped out of the tunnel and into the wide open river.
Ten springs have passed since I first met Buddy. We now take our grandchildren from the mouth
of the foamy sea back to the muddy river waters. Though it is a journey full of danger, and our numbers are
dwindling, this is our way of life. We live in freedom.
