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A small dolphin was tugging at a piece of seaweed half buried under a rock. It was the longest piece he’d ever seen and just right for a game of seaweed tag.

“Hurry up, Bubbles,” called his sister Dream. “Any piece of seaweed will do. It doesn’t have to be that bit.”

“It does,” clicked Bubbles, scraping away at the sand. “This bit’s perfect. Come and help me dig it out.”

Dream sighed, but to speed the game up she swam over to help her brother, digging up the sand with her nose.

“It’s nearly out,” grunted Bubbles.

He tugged harder until, in a sudden flurry of sand, the seaweed came free. Bubbles jerked backwards, spinning into Dream, who then crashed into their friend Phantom.

“Ouch!” squeaked Phantom, falling into the path of Spirit and Star.

“Watch out!” clicked Spirit, but it was too late. The dolphins bumped heavily into each other.

“Help!” whistled Star, who was squashed between the two of them.

Bubbles righted himself then swam over to help his mum.

“Thank you,” she clicked, flexing her bruised tail.

“Sorry, Mum.” Bubbles hung his head in shame. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

“I know you didn’t,” clicked Star kindly. “You weren’t thinking. Next time maybe you will.”

A cold feeling came over Spirit. The oceans were suffering because people didn’t stop to think about their actions either. It was lucky they had the Silver Dolphins. They had made a huge difference to sea life. Spirit sensed greater challenges lay ahead, but knew they would do their best to meet them. With every new challenge the Silver Dolphins grew stronger.

The thought warmed him.