there was a octopus was called Dave he’s very gentle but some times is very springing around his home. seven years later he found a worm floating in the water, so he swam to it and soloed it then he had a hook stuck to his mouth and it hurt. “son pull the hook up so we can have some fish tonight” said the grumpy dad “but I just want to play on my white piano” said sadly the son. so the dad snatched it from his son and yanked the hook up and Dave went flying in the air.
Oh, poor Dave, that does not sound much like a happy ending for him, Zara. I like the way you describe fishing form the fish’s (or octopus’s) point of view. I can also just imagine the dad sounding grumpy. ‘Yanked’ is a good word too. You can imagine the boy pulling hard and then all of a sudden, the octopus flying through the air.