"Aha!" screamed Nel as she picks up a fish bone. "Maybe if I poke the fish's stomach, the angler fish will spit me out!" Nel examined the fish bone, standing near the side of the stomach, positioning herself strategically.
"One, two, three!" the fish bone pierced through the stomach of the angler fish. The fish, in extreme pain, spat Nel out of it and started swimming away.
"Argh! That sure was filthy" Nel said, scraping off the dirt and grime all over her clothes. "I better get out of here quickly, or another fish may eat me again." After cleaning herself, Nel started to swim back to her branch to sleep again.
Meanwhile, the god of size, Raziel watched closely. "Yes, she is the one...."
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