One thousand leagues under the sea, the octopus chef was busily baking the holiday octo-pies in preparation for the evening’s festivities. They emerged steaming from the oven, golden crusty overflowing with mouth watering krill.
The party was a swimming success. Strictly A-list.
Sharks, uninvited, cruised the perimeter, waiting for bits of crust to float past.
By Lisa Parris
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