"Mommy, mommy!" The little seahorse shouted. "Look what I caught, mommy. I got some food." The little fish was so excited to show his mother what he had caught. He didn't know what exactly it was but, just like the seaweed he usually liked to nibble on, this "food" had a soft, fluffy end.
He reached his mother, and called her again, causing her to turn around. Her smile immediately dropped as she saw what her little son was holding on to.
"Put it down," she told him.
"But, I caught it for dinner," the little seahorse answered back, confused. "I thought you'd be happy. Look, it's fluffy at the end, like the seaweed we like."
"Son, it's not food." Her voice cracked. "I don't know what it is... but it's not food." The little seahorse dropped the thing immediately and it slowly floated away. "It's not good for us. It shouldn't be here. But the humans are the only ones who can take it away. We're too small. They're the only ones that can help. But-" She hesitated to tell her son the truth. "-They're the ones that put it there."
Her son gasped. "Why would they want to hurt us, mommy?"
She shook her head. "I don't know, son. I just think they don't care."
