Hrmph.

In the ocean, there lived an octopus.

It had blue skin and a tiny beak with eight long arms that were each as tall as a man.

How he dreamed of becoming a man, thought the octopus. His sighs made little bubbles in the water, that he watched float to the ocean surface.

The octopus could remember the girl with the golden heart, who once smiled at him from up above the rippling waters. 

She could never love me, thought the octopus. He knew how afraid the fishes were of him. And how afraid of them he was.

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Best I could do for now. That's ten minutes worth of time, and I just don't have enough to let my imagination flex any of its muscles. I've got to leave for work soon here.

Oh well.

It's a start.