Finding the medicine
Paulie swam as fast as he could, trying to locate the seaweed patch that Jolly Roger told him about. “I gotta find the seaweed patch. Seaweed … seaweed,” he mumbled to himself.
He wasn’t watching where he was going when he bumped into a large grouper fish. The impact made him bounce right off the big fish like he were jumping on a trampoline.
“Hey,” bellowed the grouper. “Watch where you’re going, little man!” He pointed at Paulie with his fin.
Paulie backed away. “I’m sorry,” he replied, his voice shaking from nervousness.
“Where were you heading in such a rush?” asked the big fish in a menacing tone.
“I … I …” stuttered Paulie. He took a deep breath, and then he said, “I need to find some special seaweed for a friend. He’s sick. I’m sorry I bumped into you, but I am in a real hurry.”
“Heh, heh, heh,” laughed the large fish. “I like you, little man. You’ve got spirit.” His voice was deep and powerful. “This seaweed you need—what does it look like?”
“It’s got clusters of three berries on it. I need to find at least twelve pieces. I was told it was somewhere in this direction.”
“Oh. Yes, I’ve seen that seaweed patch.” The grouper pointed toward a ridge in the distance that had a large piece of fan coral at its peak. “It’s on the other side of that ridge.”
Paulie smiled. “Thank you! Thank you so much.” He took off in the direction of the ridge at top speed, determined to complete his mission.
“Good luck, little man.” shouted the grouper as he watched the little fish dart away.
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