Finn’s Great Blue Dream

Finnegan was a goldfish with a very small home and a very big imagination. He lived in a spherical glass bowl on the mahogany kitchen counter of the Miller family. To most, his life seemed perfect. He had three neon-blue pebbles, a plastic castle with a tiny door, and a single sprig of silk seaweed that swayed whenever he swam past. Each morning at seven o'clock, a giant, friendly hand would appear from the sky and sprinkle delicious brown flakes onto the surface of his water.

However, Finnegan—or Finn, as he liked to be called—wasn’t satisfied with the monotony of his circular world. Every day, the sun would rise and cast a golden glow across the kitchen, illuminating a window that looked out over the distant bay. Beyond the glass of the window, the real water stretched out until it met the sky. It was deep, dark, and full of mysteries that Finn could only dream of.

"The Great Blue," Finn would whisper, blowing bubbles of longing. He spent hours pressing his nose against the cool glass of his bowl, trying to see past the garden fence to the white-capped waves in the distance. He wondered if the water out there tasted like the filtered tap water he lived in, or if it held the flavor of salt and adventure.