Sammy the fish loved living life in the fast lane. A small eddy, behind an island, just above Niagra falls is where he called home. Sammy filled his days with riding the current above the falls. He loved riding the waves and letting the current take him close to the edge of the falls. The other fish weren't as adventurous as Sammy. They would watch and cringe as each day Sammy would get closer and closer to the edge, before swimming back up stream.
On one fateful day Sammy felt like showing off a little. He let the current drag him close to the edge like any normal day, but instead of swimming back to the eddy to rest he would swim upstream then stop swimming and go with the current a second time. Sammy was starting to feel tired. He told himself that he would go one more time, then he would make his way to the eddy to rest. He let himself drift in the water. He could see the edge getting nearer and nearer, hear the roar of the water hurtling over the edge. Just when he was about to swim back he felt a rip in his side. Sammy's muscles had cramped from all the swimming he had done. The edge was right there. He tried to get behind a rock, anywhere where the water was calmer. Then there was nothing. He was free falling.