Original Story: I am Black bass
One day, a boy said "Good luck!" and he released me to the river. He rejoiced a lot, when he fished me.
I am Black bass.
I didn't want to recall grandfather's words.
When the boy released me, I got confused and wondered. Why didn't the boy need me? Why didn’t he want me? Moreover, people's behavior suddenly changed. I saw signboards on the river side. I could read "PROTECT NATIVE ANIMALS! GET RID OF ALIEN SPECIES!" Anglers fished Black bass more and more. No one thought us groovy. Some people said "I already got rid of 15 Black basses!" Native fish saw quietly how things went from a distance.
One day, I got trapped on a fishhook. I have to escape, so I dove into a deeper and deeper place. But, the fishhook stuck deeper. "Help me!" I shouted complaints for the first time in my life. Suddenly, I recalled my grandfather's words. It is impossible to go to Mississippi River. It's the end of my life…. Abruptly some fishes tried to gnaw off the fish line. Lo and behold - It was native fish! They made bloodstained in their mouth. Fortunately, the fishing line was snapped and waved a couple of times. Then, it went up to the surface of the River.
One evening, I called my Black bass comrade and said to him. "Mississippi River is huge and the best place. We will have party every night!" We shall set out for the Mississippi River!
I am a Black bass. I head for the United States with my own will.