Nemo's Rebirth

Once upon a time, the world really was an oyster for a little fish. Swimming in its little fishbowl, it thought it was a part of the open seas. The finger swirled whilpools, a raging tempest. The tiny flecks of fish food, giant sized manna from heaven. The crack in the bowl a little gateway to another world.The light bulb sunlight nourishing nothing more than the imaginations of its soul. Its staionary friend, the plastic plankton, stubbon, unyielding, resolute and stable, against the weekly change of the waters.Then, the bowl broke. Little fish dies, the soul free. Its time for rebirth.