He sat on the cold rocky floor, moist, due to having a humid cave system of cells under the sea and palace, droplets tickled down the roof, dropping onto his snout, his eyes just looked around “When’s water time?” Water time was at least now the best time, to refresh his gills, maybe one day he came escape? Finally the guards arrived with a rock bucket of sea water that he gladly dumped over his head “..Finally..”
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