All of the fish under the sea had bright colors,
swishy tails and fins and could blow big bubbles. Some had stripes,
others had patches and some were brilliant and shiny.
Sam, a seahorse, didn't fit in with the rest of the
fish. He had a fin and he could blow bubbles, but he didn't have bright
colors, stripes, patches or swishy tail. While most of the fish swam
around, Sam wrapped his tail around a piece of sea grass and floated in
The other fish swam past and whispered things to each
other. “Sam is different.”
“Sam can't swim.”
“Sam is odd.”
“Look at Sam's nose. It's enormous!”
Sam ignored the other fish, though he was lonely and
wished he had a friend.
One day Same smiled. As the other fish swam by they
wondered why Sam was so happy.
“What's wrong with Sam?”
“Why does he have that grin?”
“Has Sam gone mad?”
When they swam in for a closer look they noticed
dozens of tiny seahorses darting in and out of Sam's pouch. One of the
fish asked, “What are those and where did you get them?”
Sam said, “These are my babies and I'm taking care of
“Don't be silly, Sam,” said the fish. “The mothers
take care of the babies, not the fathers.”
Sam lifted his long snout. “Not if you're a seahorse.
Fathers take care of the babies.”
The fish swam all around Sam in a circle watching
“Sam's a good father.”
“His babies look just like him.”
“I like Sam.”
From then on the fish came to play with the babies
and visit Sam. Some of them offered to take care of the little ones so
Sam could go for a swim and get something to eat. Never again did Sam
feel lonely and not only did he have a lot of babies, but he now had a
lot of fish friends.