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“Are you up there, ol’ star?” the fish cried out for help. “Now, I don’t mean to yammer, and don’t mean to yelp. And I don’t mean to be such an ungrateful fish. And I don’t mean to wish I had not made this wish. But this bird-wish you’ve granted has grown quite unfair. Could I not be a Bird? Could I, instead, be a bear?”