saving a killer

Date: 5/9/2019

I was running a bath for myself when I turned away to set out some pajamas and a towel. When I turned back to the tub there was what looked to be some sort of newborn cetacean in it. I screamed and called for my brother who came barreling out of his room, still messy-haired and sleepy-eyed from his evening nap but having just enough adrenaline to stumble clumsily into the bathroom. I watched his eyes go wide in shock and frantic confusion. Soon the animal had transformed into a fully grown orca. Its magnificent form was crushed and bent in the tiny confines of the bathroom. I grimaced as it let out a piercing whale-ish groan. It was going to die if we didn't do something. My brother and I looked anxiously at each other, unsure of what to do. Somehow we managed to get it out of the house and into the pool (that we don't have irl) in our tacky Hawaiian-themed backyard (also a dreamy fabrication). The orca swam happily and circled the pool over and over. My brother and I sat by the edge and admired it for what felt like a long time as the sun set behind us.