Cnicholas floated along the currents, snatching up and wandering prey he could. Any passersby he would playfully brush against; he loved their reactions to his sting. He bobbed up and down without a care in the world. The attention he received from all the photographers was intoxicating. Then one day, Logan swam up and gobbled Cnicholas right up. No longer would he relish the occasional stinging of a swimmer, or the paparazzi swarming him and his beautiful ripples.
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