Deep down in the ocean, Oliver flopped onto the sandy floor and sighed. He watched little fish dart in and out of spiky rocks, laughing and having fun. "Why am I so different?" he whispered.
You're an octopus, Oliver. That's special. Cherub's cheerful voice always made Oliver feel better. He looked up at the beautiful angelfish and smiled.
Tag ! said Cherub. She poked Oliver and darted away to the caves.
Oliver grinned. "Here I come!" he shouted.
Oliver and Cherub played tag and hide-and-seek. They were having so much fun that they didn't realize how far from home they had drifted.
Suddenly Oliver recognized the great shadow swimming above them. It was Big White ... the biggest, meanest shark in the ocean.
Oliver knew what to do. He used his secret weapon - his black ink jet - and sprayed a cloud of dark ink into the water.
What now?cried Cherub. "Big White is so fast!"
Not as fast as my super-twist! said Oliver. He twisted himself around and around like a spring, then blew a super strong surge of water out of his spout . Clutching Cherub against him, he shot through the water like a bullet and didn't slow down until they were safe.
Are you OK? asked Oliver.
Cherub giggled. "That was the most fun ride EVER! You saved us, Oliver. I am lucky to have you as my friend!"
Oliver blushed. "I guess being different can be pretty cool sometimes," he said bashfully .
That's what I tried to tell you, Cherub said smiling.