You were a talented show mer, jumping through hoops and doing flips, seeing the awe on the humans faces as you dazzled them over and over!

Your tank was small and bare, the noise of applause and screams hurt your ears, but it's okay!

You frown when today there is no show, just something called an inspection, a man in a weird hat walking towards you with a clipboard. There’s nowhere to hide in your bare tank, but it’s always been like that. You’ve been here since you were a guppie.