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Klaus loves his lake. He does.
Really.
But sometimes it feels unbearably small.
Even at his fastest it takes him several minutes to swim a lap. And it’s deep. Deep enough to dive amongst the tall underwater forest, when the humans come over the top in their boats. He’ll drift amongst the kelp, peering up at them, listening to their faint voices and laughter.
But.
But.
There’s nobody else around. He’s the only one of his kind, carried downstream by floods when he was but a small fry, unable to battle the currents.
It’s lonely.
He just wants a friend.