At the start of the world, all animals would be busy finding food for their families and eating it. However, there was one enraged, disheartened animal called Stuart, the White Shark. Frequently, he would, hiding away from the outside ocean, be found in his cave sleeping, crying and snoring very loudly! All animals would tease him calling him “Square Teeth Stuart!” They would sing it every time they saw him, even outside his cave. The more they sung the song, the more annoyed he became.
Early one Monday morning, a Lemon Shark – dark brown in colour and wearing small chains – darted through the crystal, blue water “Sup man,” said Leon rocking his head, “me and da boys goin’ ‘untin’ later, wanna, join us?”
“NO!!!” a voice reverberated from the cave into his ears, “You know I can’t”
“Jeez, calm down!” he replied. Bulging his eyes, Leon swiftly shot through the water
As the sun rose, on the next day, a light grey Hammerhead emerged from the distance. Water 

rippled above. “Good afternoon.” Harry said in a grand tone, “Do you want to go to the cleaning service?”
“Maybe?” mumbled Stuart
“Pardon, I’m a little bit deaf”
“Maybe” Stuart retorted.
Shocked and offended, the Hammerhead gracefully swam away to tell others.
As the night wore on, a figure approached the cave, it was an excited yappy shark, Terry the Tiger Shark. “Hi, tomorrow do ya wanna come swimming with me, Harry and Leon, we could go hunting, get ourselves clean and even go for a swim,” he spoke so quickly I could hardly here him.
“Fine I’ll come”
“Great!”
Terry rapidly swam into the night, going to tell the others.
 Just passing by the Coral Reef, Terry, Harry and Leon made their way to Stuart’s cave, they were all discussing what to do about his teeth. They had a plan. They would take out to go hunting, get clean and go for 

a swim in the Reef, then all go home. However, whilst Stuart was sleeping they would creep up on him and file his teeth with the stalactites. Inside the cave, sturdy, jagged stalactites hung from the ceiling and an unwelcoming stench lingered in the air. There lay Stuart, his snoring shuddered the cave. We slowly crept nearer.
“Terry you take down the stalactites,” Harry ordered, “I will file his teeth and Leon .. eerrm stay out of the way”
“Got it” they announced.
Carefully snapping off the stalactites, Terry placed them down next to Harry, whilst he gradually sharpened Stuart’s teeth. It was done. He had the sharpest teeth in the world.
Ever since, him and his friends continue to race around the ocean eating prey and now have hired their own personal cleaners called BCW (Bluestreak Cleaner Wrasse). From that day, he still remembers how people used to bully him, calling him names like “Square Teeth Stuart”.

The End