One day I went to a village and I met a fish. The fish spoke to me but not with words. She spoke to me in Indian sign language. At first I was confused about what she was doing in the water with her fins and tail but then I recognized a couple of words in the language. It was really interesting how it all happened and what she told me. I was walking in the village when I walked down a path towards the river. I planned on going to the river to wash off my sandals and get a cold drink. When I arrived at the river, I saw movement near where I was washing my sandals. At first I thought it was just the current but it soon became more consistent. Naturally, I swam over to that spot in the river and discovered a pink scaled medium sized fish that had a single yellow scale on her side. She was a beautiful fish and so I looked at her beauty but then soon returned to my dirty sandals. When I turned around, the fish flipped its fins strangely in the sort of way that would cause someone to think it was injured. I tried to lift the fish to examine it’s body but it quickly swam away. Obviously it had not been injured so I continued to walk, when all of a sudden the fish swam up and did a movement with its fins that triggered a memory of my sixth period creative writing class. I remembered words I learned in an indian sign language book and the fish’s message quickly registered. The fish wanted a bathing suit.