Zefro and the Secret of the Spiral Current

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Zefro pressed his snout against the kitchen window, watching the older seahorses glide past his coral home. Their movements looked so effortless, like they were dancing with invisible partners. He tried to copy their smooth spiral motion, but his tail got tangled in his own bubbles. "Why do they make it look so easy?" he wondered aloud, untangling himself for the third time that morning. His fins drooped as another graceful swimmer swooshed by, leaving a perfect spiral trail in the water.

"The Royal Seahorse Races are next month," Zefro announced to his reflection in the mirror. "And I'm going to win!" He puffed out his chest and imagined the golden sea-star medal around his neck. But when he tried to practice his racing stance, he wobbled and bumped into the wall. Outside, he could hear the swoosh-swoosh-swoosh of practiced swimmers. What was their secret? There had to be something special they knew that he didn't. Something that made them slice through the water like arrows while he flopped around like a confused flounder.