Once, when I was young, a little boy fell into the water.
Funny, I thought, for the boy seemed to attempt to swim.
But he couldn't?
Uh oh, I thought to myself.
The screams above were muffled, but I was able to hear them quite clearly.
"DIPPER!"
Cries a woman, filled to the brink with despair.
The boy sinks farther and farther, and is getting weak.
He can't swim, can he?
Well, I decided to catch the little boy, and just in time, too.
He barely opened his eyes, just enough to see me.
He whimpered, but I was hurrying to get him to the top.
Once I did, though, I realized something else-he had no gills.
Just as I rose to the top, some woman hastily grabbed the little boys hand.
"Thank you...
Who are you, little boy?"
Cried a mom with joyful tears.
"..."
I swam off into gravity falls lake, trying to get away.
Ever since then, I've been really depressed. Until yesterday, when I saw a handsome young man.
One Who I had saved so many years ago.
Dipper Pines.
I was nice enough to give him something though-
A single blue shell, shining and glimmering in the sunlight.