PB: ANTONIO THE OCTOPUS AND HIS NOT-SO-BORING DAY Feb 3, 2017 9:00:15 GMT -5
Post by michael on Feb 3, 2017 9:00:15 GMT -5
Antonio the Octopus lived under the pier with his parents. Every day they asked him the same questions.
“Antonio, how far did you get on the inverted suction cup climbing course today?”
“Antonio, how are your meringue lessons coming along?”
“Antonio, did you finish cleaning your room?”
My room? Jheeesh! We live in the ocean, there are no rooms. This is so boring. Every day the same thing. Isn’t anything interesting ever going to happen down here?
Just then a very boring-looking fish swam by and gave Antonio a very boring-looking look.
He swam up to the surface of the water near his favorite pylon and looked over to the boardwalk on the shore. Most days he gazed longingly at what he saw—lots of people doing all kinds of interesting-looking things, like families eating cotton candy and popcorn, artists painting caricatures, and, most of all, kids riding bikes and doing wheelies.
Oh how Antonio dreamed of riding a bike. But whenever he asked for one for his birthday, his parents always told him the same thing: Antonio, octopuses don’t ride bikes. We live in the ocean, and there are no bikes down here. Maybe you want a clamshell drum set instead? Or a conch phone?
A clamshell drumset? A conch phone? Give me a break.
“Well, if nothing interesting is going to come to me,” Antonio said with determination, “then I am going to go to it. I am going to go ride a bike!”
But as soon as the words left his mouth, Antonio’s determination was overtaken by doubt. Can I really? Has this ever been done before? What would I do, just walk right out of the water and up onto the boardwalk? Will people laugh at me? Will they try to eat me?