The story of the Atlantic Ocean

To begin the story, we must travel back to the age of the dinosaurs, when there were no continents, just one large island dotted with small ponds. The Atlantic Ocean was more like a giant lake; it was formed from a drop of water in a cloud, and it said:

“How cool is that!” It was still small, shaped like a lake, but it slowly began to grow. It met a larger lake whose name was something like: Mediterranean.

 “Hi,” said Atlantic, but all it heard was crying and screaming.

It was the Mediterranean, because the dinosaurs had drunk its water and it was slowly dying. Atlantic sent a wave toward the dinosaurs with its little bit of water. They started running so fast their feet didn’t even touch the ground. Atlantic was now barely two drops, but Mediterranean joined him, and so, Atlantic said:

“Thank you for saving me; in gratitude, I’ll be your partner forever.”

“I thank you for coming with me; we have to get out of here.”

And so they did; they began working day and night, breaking through mountains, encountering other lakes along the way, which also joined them. Time passed, and they reached a city called Atlantis. They couldn’t go around it, because it was surrounded by mountains, so they went right through it. They were almost out when Pacific stood in their way. Atlantic tried to pass him peacefully, but this behemoth stood in his path:

“Fight me, and I’ll let you through!”

“All right, but then you’ll leave us alone.”

To be continued...

Boros Krisztián   V. B