This is a short, silly story I wrote a while ago.

          Once upon a time, there lived a fish named Napoleon Dynamite Alexander the Great Jr. after his father, Napoleon Dynamite Alexander the Great Sr., but his friends all called him Alex. He lived in a normal fish tank with other normal goldfish. His owner worked for N.A.S.A.

         One day Alex's owner, Mr. Smith, noticed something about Alex. Spots! He took Alex to the vet right away.

          "Vet! Vet!" he cried, "I think my fish is sick!"

          "Sir," The vet replied, "It seems your fish is H2O intolerant."

           "What ?!" said Mr. Smith.

           "Alergic to water. And I am afraid I can't help him." replied the vet. Mr. Smith thanked him and went home.

           As he walked home, Mr. Smith had an idea. "I can send Alex to space! Then he can be a fish-tronaut! Alex is saved!" he thought.  So Alex was on the next space shuttle. 3..2..1..BLASTOFF! Alex was on his way.

           Alex had a great time in space. He could ride on astroids and comets and "walk" on the moon. Everybody lived happily ever after.

        The End

Like I said, this is a short, silly story but I hope you liked it.