The storm was raging outside, and thunder boomed. Little Thorain stared out at the rain. He was only one year old, but even then, he loved the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. He liked watching the raindrops drip down with a splash. It made him laugh.

  "Come to mommy," said a young woman. Thorain turned wobbly , and again the mother was startled by the sheer greenness of Thorain's eyes. They were the color of the forest. "Mommy!" Thorain ran toward his mommy. She picked him up and hugged him. "Go back to bed. It's cold," she said. She put him back on the bed.

  "No!" Thorain cried. "You will catch a cold if you stay there," the mother scolded. "Let's get you something to eat." She stood up and walked over. "Aha, here it is." She presented a milk bottle to Thorain. Thorain extended his tiny hand out to mommy. She handed him the bottle, and he drank happily.

  The sound of waves caught Thorain's attention. "Water," he said. Mommy looked down. Water was seeping in from the cracks. "We have to leave soon," she called out. Thorain's father ran out. "Leave?" he asked. "Oh," he noticed the water rising. "Ok, let's go." Mommy picked up Thorain and ran outside. They waded through the water. "We can't go fast enough," said the mother.

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  "We could turn into fishes," said Daddy. They both looked at Thorain. "Fish," said Thorain. He thought about the little fish he had seen in the river. He shrank. His arms became fins, and he got a tail. He laughed in surprise.

  "Thorain!" His mother called. "Where are you?" Thorain couldn't see through the water. It was murky; mud stuck and other stuff swirled. The current pulled at him, making it even harder. He tried to turn back into a human, but he couldn't. He was too scared. Eventually, the fear overwhelmed him. He was just a little fish. What could he do? He was tugged along by the current. He swam into a stream, tumbled out, and became a human again. He was so scared and tired that he curled up, closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep.

  In his dreams, he saw Mom again. She was calling to him. He felt guilty for leaving her, and it made him wonder if he would ever see her again. He reached out, and then he woke up. He was in a house, but a different house. It had a fireplace. A woman was cradling him, singing lullabies. She was so sweet. "I want Mommy back," he thought.