I was underwater, looking up. This was ridiculous! Had I fallen into my teacup? I had fins and gills; very fishy. I whipped into my tail and darted to the bottom, where it was silent and peaceful.
Suddenly a huge rock crashed into the water's surface. Shock waves slapped me backward. My fins whipped the water again and I took off, seeking shelter. I hid until everything quieted down again. As time passed, I became accustomed to the little stones that sometimes fell into the water, making ripples. The large plunks, however, still startled me.
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