The teacher pauses mid-sentence, turning to the window.
We're only in first grade. We're sorry if we don't get it on the first try.
But he's not angry.
He twisting.
His body floats up, changes into something that is not our teacher.
He glides out the window, purple scales, gold fins.
He swims towards us. Oh, he is beautiful.
Its such a lovely
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