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And now the fish was unhappy. He was far, far from glad. He was quite disappointed, and growing quite mad. For the water all around him was cloudy and cold, and the table beneath him was eighty years old. “How mean to have put me in such a tight place,” said the fish with an awful fish frown on his face. “Thank goodness I’m small and not big like a trout,” he huffed o
