The Fisherman

John is a fisherman. He lives by the sea. His best friend is a parrot named Kito.


John loves fishing, but he has big dreams. He wants to see the world. Kito likes adventure too.


One day, John decides to sail far away. Kito goes with him. They say goodbye to their friends and family.


The ship sails into the open sea. John and Kito feel the wind and sun. They're excited for their new adventure.


"What will we see?" John asks Kito.


Kito squawks, "Let's go!"


John smiles. He's ready for whatever comes next.

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