Oh my goodness, when I jumped into the ocean for a swim I saw a gazillion fish drowning. I looked all around, but there was no one there to rescue them. It was all up to me. So I gazoomed into Superhero action and pulled out as many fish as possible and threw them onto the warm summer sand. Rescuing them from the cold heartless ocean put a big Dodo smile on my face let me tell you. I held them close to me to keep them warm and make them feel loved. But they just wiggled and wiggled, took their last breath of air and died in my wings. I was heartbroken. What could I do?

I didn't know who put them in the water, but I was determined to rescue as many as I possibly could. Becoming a fish-saving fanatic, I pulled out hundreds of fish of all colors, shapes, and sizes and threw them onto the beach. But oh, no, no, no—they all died. I guess they were in the water much too long. After a few hours, the whole beach was full of drowning fish. But they too, just like the ones before them, wiggled, and said their fishy goodbyes.

Then something fantastic happened. I saw fisher­men using nets from fishing boats saving more fish out of the ocean than I could count. But the same thing happened—they wiggled, took their last breath, and went to fish heaven.

Suddenly, it hit me like a whale over my noggin. I was a complete failure as a Birdbrain Superhero. I couldn't save one single fish from drowning—sad, but true—not one unfortunate fish. Yes, but then again, neither could the fishermen with their big boats, fishing poles, and nets. I felt so much better about that. But still I had to find out who was throwing all those poor little fish into the ocean. And one of these days I'm going to catch them in the act. But first, I have to stop talking about it. Nobody wants to hear another sad fish story about the ones that got away—or about the gazillion helpless fishes that are drowning every day.