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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Finley, a curious little blue fish living in a vibrant coral cove, discovers a mysterious, sparkling giant soda bottle nestled on the sea floor. This magical bottle becomes his secret hideout, a cozy palace filled with treasures he gathers from the reefcolorful sea glass, shells, driftwood, and glowing firefly squid that light up the space like stars. As Finley decorates and makes the bottle his own, he feels a deep sense of belonging and excitement, knowing this enchanted place is the perfect start to many new adventures and friendships beneath the waves.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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The Fish and His Giant Soda Bottle
Author: Kelly Johnson
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Author: Kelly Johnson
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This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Finley Finds a Treasure
Chapter 2: A Home Like No Other
Chapter 3: Visitors Welcome!
Chapter 4: Trouble at the Reef
Chapter 5: Finley’s Big Decision
Chapter 6: An Idea Bubbles Up
Chapter 7: Operation: Bottle Float
Chapter 8: The Ocean Clubhouse
Chapter 9: Clean-Up Crew Unite
Chapter 10: Bubbles of Belonging
Title: The Fish and His Giant Soda Bottle
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: Finley Finds a Treasure
Deep beneath the rolling waves, where sunlight danced like golden ribbons across the sea floor, lived a little blue fish named Finley. His scales shimmered softly in the filtered light, a gentle blend of cerulean and turquoise that made him almost glow against the backdrop of coral and sand. Finley wasn’t the fastest swimmer in the reef, nor the flashiest or the most daring. Many of the other fish zipped by in dazzling bursts of color and speed, but Finley’s greatest gift was his curiosity. His eyes sparkled with wonder at every nook and cranny, every shadow and shimmer.
He loved to explore the hidden corners of the coral cove, a secret world beneath the waves where the colors were brighter and the smells richer than anywhere else in the ocean. He would dart in and out of swaying sea anemones that looked like waving hands inviting him to play. He peeked inside mysterious sea caves, where tiny crabs scurried away like quicksilver, and schools of tiny fish shimmered like liquid silver in the dim light. Most of all, Finley was fascinated by the little things that others overlooked: the slow, deliberate march of a starfish across a rocky patch, the way a bubble rose lazily to the surface, or the faint, sweet scent of seaweed drifting on the currents.
Finley’s home was nestled in the heart of this underwater neighborhood—a cozy coral cove bursting with life. There were sea anemones with tentacles like silk ribbons, gently waving in the current. Sleepy seahorses clung to strands of kelp, their tails curled just so as they rocked softly with the tides. Nearby, singing clams opened and closed their shells in time to the steady rhythm of the ocean’s pulse. It was a peaceful place, full of friendly neighbors and the gentle hum of the sea.
Every morning, as dawn broke over the waves and sunlight poured down like liquid gold, Finley would awaken in his favorite seashell bed—a smooth, spiraled shell cushioned with soft sand and lined with bits of colorful sea glass. Each night, as he drifted off to sleep, he dreamed of hidden treasures—lost pearls, mysterious shipwrecks, or glowing sea gems just waiting to be discovered. But no matter how many adventures he imagined, he never quite expected what the next day might bring.
One bright morning, as the sun rose high above the ocean’s surface, painting the water with sparkling diamonds, Finley woke feeling a special kind of excitement buzzing in his fins. He stretched his tail with a flick and wiggled his fins, ready to start the day. “Today feels different,” he thought. “Today feels like the day for something big.”
With a gleeful splash, Finley pushed off his seashell bed and shot into the open water, blowing a trail of tiny bubbles behind him like glittering confetti. “Time for treasure hunting!” he declared with a wide grin, his eyes bright and eager.
As he swam, Finley passed familiar friends along the way. Coral the crab was busy at her usual spot, carefully rearranging her pebble collection into new patterns and shapes. “Good morning, Coral!” Finley called out, waving his fin cheerfully.
Coral clicked her claws in greeting and waved back. Nearby, Willa the whale rested lazily in the shallows, her massive body barely moving as she let out a slow, sleepy blink. Finley gave her a happy nod. Further ahead, a shimmering school of sardines darted past like a silver cloud, catching the light in tiny bursts of brilliance.
Feeling the thrill of adventure, Finley turned toward a part of the reef he had never dared explore before. The water here was cooler, calmer, and quieter. The vibrant colors of coral faded into softer shades, and the sea floor was dotted with odd shapes half-buried in sand and seaweed. The current here was gentler, and the usual chatter of reef creatures hushed as if waiting for something new to arrive.
Finley slowed his pace, his eyes wide and full of wonder as he scanned the seabed. He noticed little details he had never seen before: a cluster of tiny sea cucumbers inching along a rock, delicate strands of green kelp swaying in rhythm with the water, and tiny glowing plankton twinkling like stars against the blue.
Then, just as he rounded the edge of a rocky ledge, something caught his eye. There, nestled in the sand and resting at a gentle tilt, was a giant object unlike anything he had ever seen. It gleamed with a strange, shiny surface that shimmered and sparkled like crystal in the sunlight filtering down through the waves. The colors were soft but striking—like the sky just before sunset, full of promise and possibility.
Curious and cautious, Finley tilted his head and swam closer, his fins fluttering gently. The object was smooth and round, with a mouth-like opening that seemed just big enough for him to swim inside. It sparkled with a mysterious beauty, a secret waiting to be discovered.
“What could this be?” Finley wondered aloud, his heart beating a little faster with excitement.
With a careful flick of his tail, he edged forward, ready to explore the curious treasure that had drifted into his world. Little did he know, this shiny discovery would change his life in ways he could never imagine.
“What is this thing?” he whispered, circling it slowly.
Finley had seen plenty of curious things washed into the reef before—twisted pieces of driftwood that looked like ancient tree branches, cracked bits of old boat planks bleached white by the sun, and even the occasional shiny coin or forgotten spoon that had tumbled down from the world above. But this—this was something else entirely. It was unlike anything he’d ever encountered in all his days swimming through the coral cove. The object shimmered with a smooth, curved surface that caught the sunlight and scattered it like a thousand tiny rainbows across the sand.
As Finley swam closer, his eyes grew wide with amazement. The object was shaped like a giant glass cave—round and tall, with an open mouth at one end that seemed to beckon him inside. “Could this be some kind of treasure chest from a sunken ship?” he wondered, his fins tingling with excitement.
Without hesitation, Finley darted through the wide opening, weaving his way into the strange, shimmering hollow. As he slipped inside, he did a little twirl, his scales catching the soft glow that filtered through the thick glass walls. The inside was cool and smooth, with gentle curves that felt like a secret hideaway made just for him. It wasn’t just a bottle; it was a magical place all its own.
