The Fish on a Bike

Finley the flying fish watched beach cyclists zip along the sandy boardwalk every afternoon. Determined to try, he strapped a pair of green seaweed goggles over his eyes and flopped onto a parked red bicycle.

Finley clamped his fins onto the handlebars, wobbled for two seconds, and tumbled into a sandcastle with a loud splash. He shook the damp sand from his scales and groaned, 'I guess I should stick to swimming—pedaling without legs is gill-ty of poor planning!'