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The Explorers

They were sure of their plan.
They had not a doubt-
They chose the right gear,
They chose the right trout.

They knew their home river,
And knew it so well,
They knew every rock,
Every Fish, every shell.

What was above?
Nobody knew.
So it was time
To choose a crew-

To plan a mission
With data returning
To meet their needs
For even more learning.

The first issue to tackle
Was respiration,
So she'd breathe for
The mission's duration.

Their top scientist
Found half a lightbulb.
This domed piece of glass
Fit her gills and her skull.

Water went in,
They sealed it up tight.
This would allow
Her to breathe during flight!

Next, how to get
All the information.
They didn't have hands,
They realized with frustration!

So using old shells
They made a device
To work with her fins-
It would suffice!

The shells were attached
To a long stick.
With grabbing motion,
Up things it would pick.

They knitted a bag
Out of stringy, green kelp.
To bring back her finds,
This surely would help!

A long strap secured
The bag round her chest.
Seeing their work,
The crew was impressed!

The final step was
How she'd rise up to face
The unknown expanse
They had called "space".

So they called out
To an old Bird they knew.
They asked if he'd help,
He said, "I'd love to!"

The kindly Bald Eagle
Was eager to lend
His ability to fly
To help out his friends.

Eagle picked her up,
According to plan.
With everything set,
The countdown began.

Each held their breath
As she did ascend.
Up over the river,
Around the bend.

What would she find?
This was their shot!
A milestone-The
First Trout Aeronaut!

With fins they high fived!
Their world view expanded!
They could not wait to hear
The Eagle has landed!

What would she learn?
Would their knowledge grow broader?
So began the adventure
Of a Fish out of water.

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