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Chapter 10: Inky and the Shark
The following morning, Inky had a strange vision, of sliding through the water, helped by someone else.
He wasn’t sure who, or how, but he knew it would happen. In any shape or size, help would come. He was certain of that.
Later that day, Inky was gliding near a cave when he noticed a shark having a nap. Curious as always, Inky changed shape and slid inside the cave to take a closer look.
The shark was sound asleep.
Quietly, Inky crept up and slid onto its back. Now that he was there, all he could do was wait for the shark to wake up.
Before long, another shark cruised past the cave. Inky stayed very still, using his camouflage to blend in. The passing shark looked his way but didn’t notice a thing.
Inky didn’t know how long he sat waiting on the shark’s back. Time felt strange in the deep sea. But suddenly, the shark woke and took off in a hurry. Inky had to hold on tightly.
Sharks don’t always swim in straight lines, but this one had a goal, it was hungry after a long nap and headed straight for a group of sea birds floating on the surface.
Inky had never been out of the water before.
So when the shark burst from the sea, snatched a bird, and splashed back down, Inky was stunned.
That was more excitement than he liked. Carefully, he slid off the shark’s back and wiggled back down to the sea floor, right where he belonged.
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Chapter 9: Inky and the Underwater Volcano
After a short sleep, Inky set out on a new venture.
As we know, life can be short for many creatures, especially small ones, whether at sea or on land. Inky didn’t need to look for trouble or strange things… they always seemed to find him.
Underwater volcanoes are deadly when they erupt. The force can kill anything that swims, or anything simply nearby.
On that particular day, Inky was drifting lazily in the current, looking for something to do. The seaweed swayed gently with him, and sea anemones popped up and down like shy dancers.
Then came a low rumble from deep below.
The seabed trembled.
In an instant, every creature froze… and then scattered in every direction.
Inky was caught by surprise too. He tried to flee, but a sea urchin bumped into him and knocked him sideways. Dazed and disoriented, Inky swam the wrong way, straight toward the danger.
The volcano erupted again, much stronger this time. Clouds of sand and coral tumbled down like underwater avalanches. It became harder and harder for Inky to move.
Just when things seemed at their worst, a powerful burst of water surged from the seabed. It hit Inky like a wave and swept him away, away from the danger.
That sudden push saved his life.
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Life on the Reef: A Peaceful Underwater World
By Gizmo
Coral reefs are a sanctuary for countless creatures, both big and very small. These colourful underwater cities are full of life , and it all begins with the corals themselves. Though they may look like plants or rocks, corals are actually living animals, and they form the foundation of the reef.
Many invertebrates call the reef home. Sea stars and sea urchins creep along the seafloor, while shrimps, crabs, and giant clams make their homes tucked into coral crevices. These bottom dwellers play an important role in keeping the reef clean and balanced.
Fish are constantly coming and going. Clownfish dart in and out of sea anemones, which offer them a safe place to hide. Butterflyfish and parrotfish add splashes of colour as they search for food or places to lay eggs. The parrotfish, in fact, is one of the reef’s unsung heroes, it munches on algae and helps keep the reef tidy. As a bonus, it even creates sand as it digests the coral!
The cuttlefish, a clever and watchful parent, guards its eggs with care, chasing off anything that gets too close.
This is just a small glimpse into the wonderful world beneath the waves, where creatures of all shapes and sizes live together in harmony. The reef is a reminder that even the tiniest animals can be part of something truly grand.
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Chapter 8: Inky and the Forgotten Container
After the crab pot incident yesterday, Inky wanted to lie low. But the curious octopus simply couldn’t help himself.
Down on the seabed, many strange, forgotten things lay hidden, out of sight and long left behind.
One of them was an old shipping container that had fallen overboard years ago. Rusted and worn, it had wide gaps in its metal sides, just big enough for a small, curious octopus to sneak through.
It sat on a slope, tilted and unsteady, but that didn’t stop Inky from having a peek.
He slid inside… and found himself surrounded by old, decaying stuffed animals. Bears, rabbits, and floppy dogs lay slumped in soggy piles, their fur patchy and their eyes missing.
A sudden surge in the current made the container creak and shift. Some of the toys slid, and before Inky could move, everything went dark.
A stuffed lion’s head had landed right on top of him, completely covering his sight.
He wriggled free, blinking in the dim light, and looked around to see what else might be worth investigating.
In the far corner sat a strange-looking pot with a lid, dusty, encrusted, and very out of place. Inky’s interest was instantly piqued.
He slid closer… but just then, the container groaned again and slid further down the slope. The pot tipped, spilling its sticky, stinky contents all over Inky.
He coughed, he spluttered, and he nearly choked.
For once, Inky always ready for anything , decided it was time to leave.
Outside, he found a large seashell, curled up inside, and settled in for a nap.
But even as he drifted off to sleep, the smell of that awful old pot still lingered in his arms.
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🟢 Kippa
The curious one.
Kippa is always the first to poke their nose into a hollow log or peek over a hill. With bright eyes and a bouncy stride, Kippa leads most of the adventures, often without a plan. They love shiny pebbles, weird bugs, and making up stories that may or may not be true.
Favourite saying: “Ooh! What’s that?”
🔵 Rill
The quiet thinker.
Rill doesn’t say much, but when they do, everyone listens. They love patterns in the leaves, drawing in the dirt with a stick, and watching clouds. Rill usually solves problems the others didn’t even know they had, all while chewing a fern leaf.
Favourite saying: “Maybe if we try it upside down…”
🟣 Nina
The funny one.
Nina is pure giggles and mischief, always coming up with games that involve bouncing, splashing, or (somehow) mud. PShe’s the best at impressions and once convinced Chompers there was a flying fish stuck to his tail. Nina brings the laughter, even when things get tricky.
Favourite saying: “Bet you can’t catch me!”
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🟠 Chompers (also called Snappy)
The hungry one.
Chompers is all tail and teeth, always hungry, and always ready to charge into the fun. He’s brave, a little clumsy, and very loyal. If there’s a snack to be sniffed out or a stick to chase, Chompers is your dinosaur. Just don’t get between him and a berry bush.
Favourite saying: “Is it food? Can I eat it?”
The Oddlings: How It All Began
It was a very normal morning in the Valley of Swaying Ferns. The sun yawned over the hills, the trees rustled with sleepy birds, and a certain little dinosaur named Kippa was already not being normal.
“I smell something interesting!” Kippa shouted, poking their nose into a tree stump. “Could be a treasure! Could be a snack! Could be… a stinky bug!”
It was, in fact, a very stinky bug. Kippa sneezed.
“Too early for sneezing,” mumbled Rill, who had been sitting quietly under a tree, arranging pebbles into a spiral. Rill didn’t usually talk to strangers , but Kippa wasn’t exactly easy to ignore.
“You like rocks?” Kippa asked, sniffing at the spiral. “I like rocks. Especially ones shaped like turtles. I found one that looked like a toe!”
That’s how Kippa and Rill became friends, one talked, the other listened, and both had a thing for weird-shaped stones.
Just as they were comparing their favourite pebbles, a splash! of mud flew through the air and landed right on Kippa’s nose.
“Tag! You’re it!” yelled Nina, who tumbled out of a bush, covered in mud and laughter.
Kippa blinked. Rill raised an eyebrow.
Nina just grinned and stuck out her tongue. “Well, somebody’s gotta start the fun around here.”
Before they could respond, there was a loud CRUNCH!
The bushes rustled again , and out popped a chubby little dinosaur with a leafy branch hanging out of his mouth.
“Hi,” he said, “I’m Chompers. I smelled berries. Also mud. And… is that toe-shaped rock edible?”
“Only if you like crunchy,” said Rill.
Chompers shrugged and ate the leaf instead. “Cool. What are we doing?”
Nina clapped her muddy paws. “We’re chasing! We’re laughing! We’re finding rocks shaped like feet!”
“And sniffing stumps!” added Kippa.
“And thinking deeply about things,” Rill mumbled.
Chompers grinned. “That sounds awesome.”
From that day on, the four of them were always seen together, tumbling over hills, getting stuck in hollow logs, chasing dragonflies, and inventing new games every day.
They weren’t the same. Not even close. But somehow, they fit just right. Like four puzzle pieces with wiggly edges.
And that’s how The Oddlings began,
One sneeze, one spiral, one splash, and one very big chomp.
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Chapter 7: Inky and the Crab Pot
A strange-looking cage was floating in the current, not drifting, not sinking, just hanging there. It caught Inky’s eye.
“Why is it not moving?” Inky said to himself. “Is it magic?”
The curious octopus couldn’t let it go. He had to find out why. So, with a curious wiggle, Inky slid into the crab pot.
But trouble came quickly , a crab inside snapped one of Inky’s arms and held on tight. No matter what he did, the crab wouldn’t let go.
Inky had a choice: stay stuck, or think his way out.
Crabs always went for the meat. They crawled into the pot for food but never managed to get back out. So, Inky had an idea. He nudged the bait across to one side of the cage.
Sure enough, the crab followed.
The moment its grip loosened, Inky slipped free. But just as he was about to wriggle out, the pot began to rise , slowly lifting toward the surface.
Quick as a flash, Inky dropped out through the gap and swam back down to the seabed.
He gave a little laugh and shook the seawater from his head.
“What a day of fun,” Inky smiled.
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Chapter 6: The Moonlight Parade
Once a year, under the glow of the full moon, sea creatures gather for a grand celebration, the Moonlight Parade. From the smallest shrimp to the largest whale, all come together to dance, drift, and dazzle in the shimmering currents.
They twirl through seaweed ribbons, hum songs through shells, and paint the water with their graceful movements. It is a night of joy, of unity, and of light.
But this year, something is missing.
The sea feels dim. Quiet.
The usual sparkle is gone.
Far below, in the stillness of the deep, a tiny plankton notices.
It is small, almost invisible, but full of heart.
With a gentle flicker, it glows.
Then glows again.
Then calls out.
One by one, other plankton answer. First dozens, then hundreds, then thousands.
They blink and shine, ripple and shimmer, until the ocean glows like moonlight caught in water.
The Moonlight Parade shines once more, brighter than ever.
The whales return. The crabs begin to click in rhythm. The jellyfish spin in delight.
Because even the tiniest creature can light the way.
Nature can do wonders, if we let it, and if we work together.
A glowing trail of plankton weaving through the dark sea like stardust, illuminating a gathering of sea creatures , dolphins leaping, turtles gliding, jellyfish pulsing, and a tiny plankton front and center with a warm, hopeful glow.
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The Day the Dolphins Stopped Talking
A sudden silence fell over the pod.
No clicks, no whistles, no songs.
Just still water, and uneasy glances.
Far below, a curious octopus named Inky wriggled through a coral archway. He had been on his way to solve another ancient secret when he noticed the quiet. Now, there was a problem with that, dolphins liked octopus for breakfast. And Inky did not plan to be on the menu.
He found an old rusted tin box, likely dropped from a human boat long ago, and slid inside, curling his arms in to hide his identity. With a careful push and roll, he made his way closer to the dolphin gathering.
The dolphins were having a serious meeting, floating in a wide circle above a sandy trench. Inky listened from his box as an elder dolphin, scarred and wise-looking, began to speak.
“Long ago,” the old dolphin said, “there was an oath made between humans and dolphins. We would guide their boats, help in their fishing, even rescue the occasional sailor. In return, they would promise not to catch us or harm our kind.”
There were murmurs from the younger dolphins.
“But they broke that promise. Bit by bit. They forgot the songs. They forgot the oath. So we stopped singing. That is why the sea is quiet.”
Inky held his breath, not that he needed to, and stayed hidden for the entire meeting. But he was glad he had come. Now he knew the truth: the silence was not just mystery. It was mourning.
And perhaps, just perhaps, it could be undone.
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The Crab Who Found a Compass
A clever little crab scuttled along the ocean floor, where the sand shifted and danced with the tides. One day, he discovered something shiny buried in the sand , a strange, round object with a needle that always pointed the same way. It was an old compass, dropped long ago by a shipwrecked sailor.
The crab didn’t know everything about it, but he had an idea: maybe this compass could help him guide lost sea creatures home.
Not far from there, an old cuttlefish was weaving his way through seaweed and coral. He had once fought to protect his family and saved most of them, but now he was alone, trying to find his way back to the place he came from. The seabed had changed. Vegetation grew where there once was none. Sand moved. Nothing stayed the same.
The little crab watched the cuttlefish, who seemed to be going in circles.
“Sir,” the crab called out. “Can I help you?”
The cuttlefish turned slowly, his voice soft and deep.
“Yes… maybe you can.”
The crab told him about the compass, and how it might lead the way. The cuttlefish agreed, and the two new friends set off together on a long journey through shifting waters.
Along the way, they passed a flounder resting in the sand, looking quite miserable. One of his eyes was half closed.
“Are you alright?” asked the crab. “Do you need help?”
The flounder explained his troubles, he’d wandered too far from his home reef and couldn’t remember the way back.
“Then come with us,” said the crab. “We’ll help each other.”
So all three set out, following the crab’s compass through canyons of coral and over sleepy sandbanks.
Later, they ran into an octopus named Inky, the very same Inky who had once escaped from a tank and liked to play tricks on humans. He was heading back to his favorite hiding place beneath a rocky overhang.
“Well, well,” Inky said with a twinkle in his eye. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s gotten lost.”
The crab grinned. “You’re welcome to follow the compass too.”
And so the journey continued, four sea creatures, each with their own stories, finding their way home together.
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Chapter.18
The great escape.
Inky was out and about, takin it a bit easy because of the missing arm, but still looking for adventure.
He was checking an empty sea shell for something to eat when he hurt a strange noise fare away but forgot all about looking for food.
Inky did not find anything in the first shell and looked around for another one that was further a filed, he wiggle his way to the next one, that was empty too.
Inky was not one to give up that easy so he tried another, he was in luck and made a meal out of it.
The noise he had hurt before was getting closer now and he so a big shadow above now with something sliding on the sea bed.
The thing was a net to catch fish that was in its way, and all-ready few snapper and cry fish was tangled up in the net.
Inky was the next to go, the net just grab him and some blue cots and followed up with taking some trivially, they all got clamped together in the net and taken onboard.
When the fisher man got to where Inky was he was smiling, picked him op and found the biggest jar for Inky to bee in to they got back.
Inky spend few scary hours before they landed.
The fisher man drove to a place where they kept strange animals and Inky got put into a bigger glass cage and that was his new home.
But Inky was not pleased with the new place they had found for him. He missed the sea and the smell of it.
Few days vent past and a maintenance crew turned op to make some repairs on some cages, when one of them noticed Inky just sitting there.
The guy lifted the lid on the cage and toke a good look at Inky and got distracted from a call from a guy and did not put the lid back properly.
After a wile Inky noticed the gab with the lid and made a plane to escape when the place was empty.
At night fall Inky made his escape true the misplaced lid and slid down the glass that made a strange noise from his arms and wiggled around to he found a drain pipe on the flor what he disappeared into.
It did not take him long to get true the pipe and end op in the sea and quickly disappear wherever he wanted to go.
This story is true:
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Chapter .6 TheSkeleton’s Secret
By Gizmo.
Far below the sunlit waves, past the reefs and the currents and the places fish forget, a chest lay undisturbed on the ocean floor.
No one knew how long it had been there. Long enough for the ship it sailed on to crumble into driftwood. Long enough for sand to swallow the anchor and silence to settle like dust. But the chest remained. Shut. Sealed. Guarded.
Not by a trap or a curse, but by a human skeleton.
It sat slumped against the chest, legs folded, back arched in an odd way, like it had been carefully placed, not fallen. One arm reached behind its ribs, the other stretched across its chest and pointed sharply east. Coral had begun to claim its skull, and a shy crab had taken up residence in the hollow of one eye.
No creature dared disturb it.
Until one day, a curious octopus named Noodle drifted by.
Inky was not like other octopuses. He liked quiet riddles more than chasing shrimp, and he’d once built a working clock out of seashells. When he saw the chest, and the skeleton, his first thought wasn’t fear.
It was fascination.
He circled slowly, his eight arms moving in gentle spirals. “Someone left you here on purpose,” he whispered, “and I bet you’ve got a secret.”
The chest was large, iron-bound, and had no keyhole. No latch. No markings, except for a small symbol: a spiral surrounded by six dots.
Inky studied the skeleton again.
The outstretched hand pointed to a stone covered in barnacles.
The other arm, twisted behind its ribs, almost seemed to be hiding something.
He slipped a careful tentacle between the bones, and felt a notch.
Click.
The chest shifted slightly.
Noodle’s eyes widened.
Then he turned toward the barnacled stone and gave it a twist.
Click-click.
The chest gave a low groan, as though it hadn’t been opened in centuries. Its lid creaked open, just a little, and a stream of bubbles escaped like a sigh of relief.
Inside was a treasure older than any map.
Gold coins that shimmered like captured sunlight. Strings of pearls still shining despite the dark. A spyglass made of glass coral. And, resting at the very center, a bottle containing a scroll that glowed faintly blue.
Inky unrolled it with trembling arms.
Take only what you understand fully.
That was all it said.
He stared at the chest, then at the skeleton.
The bones had collapsed slightly, the tension gone from their strange pose. Its watch was over.
Inky hesitated. Then he took only the spyglass, something he could examine, explore, and maybe even learn from.
As he drifted away into the shadows, the chest slowly closed behind him.
And the sea, ever watchful, kept its
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Chapter. 5
Inky and the Secret of the Sunken Boot
by Gizmo
There was a new shape on the seabed. Big. Dark. Mysterious.
Inky spotted it while drifting past the old crab caves. It sat half-buried in the sand, one side tilted upward like a yawning mouth.
A boot.
Not a coral cave. Not a shell. A real, human boot, leather, laces, and all, worn soft by the sea.
Inky’s eyes sparkled. “That’s a perfect hiding place!”
But as he got closer, he noticed something odd. No fish were near it. Not even nosy barnacles. The water around it felt… quiet. Too quiet.
Still, Inky was Inky.
He darted forward and wriggled inside.
It was dark and squishy, just how he liked it, but then…
Clunk.
The boot shifted.
Inky froze.
A faint glow came from the very tip of the toe. Not sunlight. Not sea sparkle. It was a pulsing blue light, like a heartbeat.
He followed the glow deeper into the boot and found a tiny object tucked inside, a glass bead, cracked and glowing from within.
Inky reached out with a careful arm.
ZZZAP!
The boot rattled! A swarm of tiny bubbles burst from the sole, and a squeaky voice echoed:
“Return the treasure!”
Inky zipped out of the boot like a rocket and spun behind a rock.
“Who said that?!”
A tiny shrimp poked its head out from under a flap of seaweed. “Oh, sorry! That was just my alarm system. The bead’s mine, found it fair and square!”
Inky blinked. “You booby-trapped a boot?”
The shrimp puffed out his chest. “Of course. You can’t be too careful. That glow bead’s special. It only lights up when it’s near something magical.”
Inky’s eyes went wide. “Magical?! Like what?”
The shrimp looked around and whispered, “Legend says there’s an old shipwreck nearby… and that bead? It glows brighter the closer you get.”
Inky’s brain lit up with ideas. Magical maps. Glowing trails. Sunken treasure.
Trouble.
Delicious, irresistible trouble.
“I think,” Inky said, grinning, “we’ve got ourselves a new adventure.”
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Chapter. 4
Inky and the Case of the Missing Pebble Pile
by Gizmo
Inky loved his pebble pile.
Each stone had been chosen with care, smooth, speckled, shiny, or shaped like a funny nose. He’d stacked them just near his favorite hiding hole, turning the pile into a miniature tower of treasures.
He checked it every morning.
And this morning… it was gone.
GONE.
Inky spun in three worried circles. “My pebbles!” he squeaked. “They’ve been stolen!”
He dashed over to his friend, Shelly the seahorse, who was blowing bubbles into a coral cup.
“Shelly! Someone took my pebble pile!”
She blinked. “Are you sure you didn’t just forget where you put it?”
“No way,” said Inky. “I remember! Next to the wiggly sea fern. Under the spiky rock. Between the grumpy barnacles.”
They swam over. Sure enough, the spot was empty.
Inky narrowed his eyes. “This… is a mystery.”
He gathered suspects:
• Tilly the turtle, known pebble collector.
• Finn the flounder, always looking for flat things to nap on.
• And of course, Crabbington, who just liked to mess with stuff.
“I’m innocent!” Crabbington protested. “I only steal snacks.”
Just as Inky was about to give up, a glance caught his eye near the kelp forest.
Pebbles. His pebbles. But not in a pile anymore, they were arranged in a spiral. And in the middle of the spiral… sat a sleepy octopus grandma.
“Oh!” she said, blinking. “Are these yours? I thought they were lost toys. I made a pebble garden for my afternoon nap.”
Inky couldn’t be mad. She looked so peaceful.
“You can keep them,” he said kindly. “But maybe I’ll visit sometimes.”
From that day on, Inky had two pebble piles, one for playing, and one for napping with a very polite grandma octopus.
Mystery solved.
Trouble avoided (mostly).
Inky smiled.
Tomorrow? He might start a rock museum.
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Chapter. 3
Inky and the Jellyfish Joyride
by Gizmo
It was a calm morning in the reef, and for once, Inky wasn’t looking for trouble.
He was just floating.
Drifting.
Daydreaming.
Until something soft and wobbly brushed past his arm.
Inky spun around and gasped. A jellyfish! Big and beautiful, with glowing purple tendrils that swayed like ribbons in a parade.
“Ohhhh…” Inky whispered, mesmerised.
He had never seen one up close before.
“Just a quick ride,” he told himself, wrapping his arms gently around the top of the jellyfish like it was a squishy umbrella. “Nice and easy…”
But the jellyfish had other plans.
It began to rise. Slowly at first. Then faster. Higher.
Up, up, up , past the reef, past the coral towers, past a startled school of sardines.
“Wait—wait!” Inky squeaked. He clung tighter as the water grew brighter and warmer near the surface.
Now he could see the world above. Wavy shadows of boats, strange things floating, and bubbles bursting like popcorn.
And then—BLOOP!
A wave rocked the jellyfish, and Inky tumbled off like a dropped dumpling.
He plopped into a floating sea sponge and got stuck inside with a surprised crab.
“Watch it!” snapped the crab. “This is my sponge!”
“Sorry!” Inky giggled, wriggling free and sinking back toward the safety of the reef.
As he passed the jellyfish, still drifting peacefully, he gave it a polite wave.
“Lovely ride. Terrifying. Let’s never do that again.”
Back at the reef, the other young sea creatures were waiting.
“Where’ve you been?” asked a curious seahorse.
“Nowhere,” said Inky, looking as innocent as possible , which wasn’t very easy.
Then he grinned.
“Well… maybe a little bit of somewhere.”
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Chapter.2
Inky and the Bubble Blunder
by Gizmo
Inky was not supposed to go near the kelp forest. The big fish lived there, the kind with sharp teeth and grumpy faces.
But Inky was curious. And bored.
“I’ll just peek,” he told himself, wobbling his way through a cloud of sleepy plankton.
The kelp swayed like tall green trees. Inky poked one. It poked back. Actually, no , it was a sea cucumber, and it didn’t appreciate being booped on the nose. Inky zipped away with a giggle.
Then he saw it. A perfect, shimmering bubble stuck between two rocks. Round as the moon and wobbling like jelly.
Inky had to touch it.
He poked it once. Nothing. He poked it twice. Still nothing. On the third poke, he wrapped three arms around it and gave it a squeeze.
PLOOP!
The bubble popped , and a huge jet of trapped air launched Inky backward through the kelp, spinning like a tiny, flailing parachute.
He crashed into a snoozing pufferfish, bounced off a sea sponge, and landed right in front of the grumpiest eel in the whole forest.
“Oh no,” whispered Inky.
The eel blinked. Inky puffed out the tiniest bit of ink and vanished behind a curtain of bubbles.
“Kids these days,” the eel muttered.
Inky finally stopped spinning near his favorite rock. His head wobbled. His arms were tangled. But he was giggling.
Because trouble?
Trouble was fun.
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Chapter .1
Little Inky and the Seabed Surprise
by Gizmo
In the soft shadows of the sea, where sunlight danced like silver ribbons, a tiny octopus larva named Inky floated down to the seabed for the very first time.
Everything was new. Wiggly seaweed waved hello. Pebbles sat in curious shapes. And in the distance, a crab played a slow game of hide-and-seek with the sand.
Inky blinked his round eyes. He wasn’t scared ,he was excited.
He reached out a tiny arm and poked a shell. It flipped! Something scurried out. Inky squeaked (as much as a baby octopus can squeak) and zipped away with a puff of ink. Then he giggled. That had been fun.
Next, Inky found something shiny with a lid. It had drifted from the land above. He poked it. Pushed it. Nothing. Then he wrapped all eight arms around the lid and gave it a twist.
Click!
It opened.
Inside was… nothing. But that didn’t matter. Inky wriggled inside and pretended it was his secret submarine.
From that day on, the seabed became Inky’s playground. He played tricks on sleepy fish, built forts out of shells, and even played tag with a curious shrimp.
Clever little Inky wasn’t just growing , he was learning. The ocean was his classroom, and the seabed was the best toybox of all.
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A Cruel ending.
A young female octopus becomes pregnant at the prime of her life , and she doesn’t know what she’s in for.
Now begins her life sentence: starvation in the name of motherhood.
She will never leave her eggs. Not once.
First, she must find a safe place to lay them. A crevice, hidden from predators who would gladly devour the tiny, helpless forms. She doesn’t lay just one egg ,she lays hundreds. Thousands. A shimmering curtain of future lives.
She finds her place. A crack in the rocks, just wide enough to squish into. And there, she delivers her precious brood-to-be.
And then, she waits.
She does not hunt. She does not eat. Hunger gnaws, but she ignores it.
She watches over her eggs day and night. Gently fanning them with her arms, keeping them clean, keeping them alive. Time becomes a blur. Days pass. Then weeks. Then more.
And as her strength fades, her little ones stir.
One by one, they hatch , tiny, delicate, drifting into the open water. A thousand small adventures begin as hers quietly ends.
The mother octopus will never know what becomes of them.
But in the dark, silent place she chose, she gave them everything.
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