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Three years ago Fuzzy dove into the water.
"Don't do it," yelled Fizzy. "That doesn't look like a normal fish! I might've seen it on TV before. I think it's called a shark."
But Fuzzy didn't hear, his head shrouded in the possibility of glory. And all that fish.
Fuzzy never returned, and when the news traveled home the other cats laughed about how his end was brought about by a simple mackerel. Unable to let his brother die in shame, it was Fizzy's turn to go into the water.
"You'll see," he said as he swam away from the shore while the other cats watched. "You'll all see."