Note đź“ť: Half of this post has been translated from the fish language.
The large fish swam toward the big, red, large, thing in the water. This was rather common, every once in a while a red thing was pushed into the water. The fish swam a little closer to the blurry, gill-less not fish. The not fish were now taking their positions on the red balloon. Like usual a smaller one was on the point of the balloon (this fish knows all about balloons). The fish started to take the place of honor beneath the balloon 🚣‍♀️ then stopped. The fish let a small little minnow take the fish’s spot, the minnow would need to learn how to react to the not fish.
Human perspective:
We boarded the raft. I got to sit on the “Buffalo” (the front of the boat) with my feet trailing in the water. Bother and I didn’t have to row, though it wasn’t too hard, or it didn’t look it. One of the highlights of the journey was surfing. Surfing was not like regular surfing, it was going into a large rock with a rush of water over it. We were basically suspended between capsizing and going way down stream.
It was AMAZING
Fish perspective:
The fish swam near the balloon. It was now surrounded by swimming not fish in strange different colored floating, scales. After the fish saw that the not fish were leaving it swam away.
Wow! Sounds like an amazing ride! I love how creatively you wrote the story! đź‘Źđź‘Źđź‘Ź