Brave Little Toasters -Hope Reed

I had waited numerous days on the beach store's shelves yearning for a person to take me and my fish friend Flounder as their own.  And then that day came! A chubby little four year-old with almost afro-looking hair plucked me right off the shelf and into her arms. Her name was Hope. I spent the following week with her in the sand and in the vast, beautiful Atlantic Ocean. Considering I'm a mermaid, I really enjoyed these days with my little beach-loving owner.

And then we went back to Kentucky to Hope's home... not my kind of weather. In the winter it got dark and cold, but my owner never stopped playing with us. She got a small box full of sand and a huge pirate ship that Flounder and I stayed in. Sometimes she took us in the bath with her and we'd splash and swim around.

We went to the beach the year after, and the year after that. But that time was different. Hope was playing on the beach and fell asleep under the giant umbrella that shields the sun. When her parents carried her inside the beach house, they left us out in the sand houses Hope had made us. The tide rose, and we were swallowed by the ocean. From then on we've lived down at the bottom of the ocean with all the other creatures. Although Hope was stupid for leaving us out there and probably cried for a solid week after we were taken by the ocean, Flounder and I will never forget the adventures we had with her.