a place of worship Β· population: 1 fish
Nobody knows exactly when he found the shoes. Some say they were just sitting there on the pier. Some say he traded a smaller fish for them. What we know for certain: he tried them on, they fit perfectly, and he has not taken them off since.
He does not swim anymore. He stands. He poses. He has, by all accounts, never been happier.
This page exists because someone had to make it, and that someone was me.