Chapter 2

Swimming along the street in front of me there are these two young fish. They happened upon an older fish swimming towards them from the other direction, and after making eye contact he nodded politely at them and said, "Good morning, How's the Water?" Walking on for a bit, the two young fish, who had stopped briefly at a stoplight, stood there quietly for a moment, until eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, "What the hell is Water?" ©