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I am a Trout. I will always be stuck as this Trout. I, will never change. When I was born 3 years ago I was the pride of my family, the joy of my fish, the enjoyment my fish brethren contained when seeing me was indescribable. However, the joy diminished throughout the years as I soon became the only one of my kind left, confined in this ample lake with other species to pick on me. My upbringing became rough as the people leading my ways slowly died; my father first, my relatives second, my mother third and lastly the rest of my kind. Dissapeared. Do I know why? No. Do i want to? Maybe i do? I do not have a clear enough answer for some odd reason.

My name is Trouty. I have a job that I can only do as I have the specific trait for it. This makes me feel special in a sense, but also it converts my time from just swimming around by myself away from other fish, -as I am treated as an outcast- to just idly waiting for time to pass so that I can do my job as it consumed more energy each day through its repetitive workload and toll it has placed on me.

Looking to my right I see multiple fish swimming around. "Man i wish i was apart of that shoal instead of being degraded to this degree of isolation." I thought to myself disrupting my inner monologue.

Quickly turning around due to some noise coming from a trio of kids, confusion lit up on my face as to why they would come here to this out of place lake. They seemed to throw some type of green semi-circular object into the water with enough force to create a PLOP sound effect followed by the surface water flying up and crashing back down into the lake.

Following my confusion, I heard the swoosh of a body behind which had caused me to reflexively snap around whilst quickly asking the fish to identify itself. "who's there?!" Looking to what was before behind me, now infront of me, coming out of the dark blue water were Silly Salmon and his pals.