The boy had no choice as to break surface with his hands bare.
Red mullet waited a bit, shook the sand off herself and helped the shell to dig out.
“Thank you so much, little red mullet!” White shell bubbled with gratitude.
That is how whitebait and the shell became friends.
And holes at The sands, in one minute deserted, seemed to whisper Don’t bubble about your beauty.
Chapter 2. To learn something new
In the morning it is usually warm and quite in The Our sea. Zooplankton, which is a delicacy for red mullet, hangs in water thickness and swims, turning over and mixing up, as if in a slow dance.
That weekend Iskorka woke up early and was loosening the bed at The sands with all her might looking for sea worms. So different and mouth-watering, they often show quite a speed escaping from red mullet.
That time, with antennas under the sand, Iskorka noticed translucent whitish jellyfish dancing in higher layer. Over a thick cap a pinkish flower were gleaming and under the cap were flashing short tentacles. That was whitebait of a jellyfish and red mullet decided she didn’t afraid of her (ones say jellyfishes are poisonous and sting painfully, that is why little Iskorka haven’t swum too close yet).
“What is it you are doing?” Iskorka bubbles warily. She’d seen jellyfish in the kindergarten but they hadn’t spoken once.
“I’m rehearsing a dance for the matinee.”
“Could you teach me?”
“Why?”
“It is nice to learn something new.”
“Oh, I сould”.
“You won’t sting, will you?”
“Don’t worry. Aurelia aurea stings only while hunting and I don’t want to eat you one bit.”
Red mullet swam to Ulya the jellyfish and she showed her the first step.
Chapter 3. Iskorka is scared
That time, as darkness fell, red mullet started to worry. She was swimming in her mink, moving things from one place to another and thinking how not to go to bed. One of those days, with calm water and absolute silence, whitebait was avoiding her seaweed bed more than ever.
Sea fox named Rombik swam past mink; Rombik was her father’s colleague and visited them a lot. He had heard rustles in her mink, knock-knocked and peaked inside.
“What is it, whitebait?” He asked sympathetically.
“Oh, you know…”
“Bubble the truth. I promise not to laugh.”
Iskorka looked in his little eyes with such attentive look and sighed heartsick.