Once upon a time there was a pond, which had too much selenium in its waters. So where once fish lived happily, without skeletal deformities, they now lived a sad sad existence with crooked spines and extra fins and rewarding volunteer activities.
Phillip was a princely fish, with as much wealth, and gullibility as only royal fish could have. He was sitting in some algae, when Ezeek-eel approached him. Ezeek-eel was a small blue gill. Ezeek-eel's mouth was too far down, and his spine was crooked. He didn't believe in anything, reality included.
"Phillippppp" Ezeek-eel said. "You shouuuld go. Leaaaave herreeee."
Phillip thought about it for a moment. "I can't just leave my kingdom." He looked up towards the edges of the pond.
"Thennn. Stayyy." Ezeek-eel said.
Phillip thought about it for a moment. "I can't breath out of water." He looked up towards the edge of the pond.
"Thennn. Dieeee of physicalll malformaaationnss."
Phillip thought about it for a moment.
He jumped out of the pond, and lived the rest of his life without the toxins of the pond infecting his gills, giving him coughs and fits, and without oxygen in a palatable liquid form, died.
All his friends and family also died, albeit much later, and of physical malformations.
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