Fiction: Group 2
That night, the stalker swiftly crept into Squeaky’s house. He released a net, tangling the young
dolphin within. Squeaky awoke and screamed.
The scream was so loud that the man swam away for his life. Squeaky’s parents came in.
“What happened?” they cried.
“MONSTER! NET! STALKER!”
Her parents calmed her down and told her it was a dream, but the young dolphin wasn’t
convinced. Later that night, she swam away to crack the case.
The man knew his chance had come. He snuck up on the dolphin and captured her, bringing her
up to shore. Squeaky screamed, but the man clamped his hand over her snout. It was a human hand.
“Quiet, you! You’re coming to the restaurant with us! Well, at least a part of you is.”
Squeaky squirmed, not knowing what to do.
The man took out a knife from his pocket and was about to slice her fin off, when suddenly, a
bright light went off. It was from the Hong Kong airport.
Suddenly, she was dropped into the water. Still curious, she continued staring at her stalker. There
were now people around him, chaining up his hands.
“I thought it was a shark,” he said, “and our restaurant wants high quality stuff. When a fisherman
fished up a phone identical to an iPhone 6, I passed by. When we clicked the on button, a weird language
popped up. There were fin marks all over. We supposed a rare species of shark that could use phones
existed, and so I contacted my boss. He said that if we captured such a species, we would make big money.
It took five hours of nonstop work, and then we finally cracked the code and started stalking the shark. My
boss sent me to capture it, so I did, but I didn’t know it was a rare dolphin!”
“One,” replied a stern man, “shark fin soup is terrible, and two, you are under arrest for harming
this close-to-extinction species of dolphin. And three: no one is allowed to dive in this river!”
This, of course, is not a true story. No one would kill dolphins in this kind of way. It would really
be inhumane and hopefully, mankind would not go bonkers like that.
