Change

I was skating on the ice, when it cracked and I fell through into the icy water below. 

When I reached the bottom of the lake, I was face to face with a trout. I had a strange sensation that we knew each other. 

I felt my skin fall away, revealing my scaly surface. 

The trout said, “You’re late.”

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