Aurelia, the jellyfish, wobbled. She didn’t like wobbling. She wanted to swim like a fish. She wanted to control where she went. But Aurelia was a jellyfish. She was at the mercy of tides and currents. She floated along with a host of other jellyfish. She actually liked being a jellyfish most of the time. She was a moon jellyfish and was a beautiful glowing white. She was proud of her even white cilia that moved thru the water but she dreamed of swimming. She just wasn’t built for swimming.
She watched the sharks hunt around her. She was really glad they didn’t like to eat jellyfish. She thought they didn’t like being stung when there were other fish that didn’t sting.
She watched the big groupers swim by slowly and ponderously. They looked very important. They moved as if the weight of the sea was on their shoulders.
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