Why do the fish fly? Is it their instinctive reaction to an overwhelming sense of freedom and joy? Like the one I felt when I saw them rocketing in my direction out of the flat-as-glass surface of this clear blue sea? I squealed like a child, and I jumped too - right into the water. I swam and twirled, splashed my feet in mermaid unison. For a brief instance, those fish and I traded places. I drowned my to-do list in the ocean, with total disregard for the weather above. Rain or sunshine, pay no mind when you are fishing. And that I was. All the while, the fish were flying. I wonder what the birds were up to? Maybe swapping places with the dogs, digging holes in the sand to keep themselves cool. While Muffin and Bo were building castles in the sky. And the cows...well I haven't seen them down here at the beach in weeks. I wonder which animal they've been living as? It's difficult picturing cows doing anything but cow things. But then again, before coming here, I had never pictured a cow swimming in the ocean. Oh, the lives of animals!
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