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     Bored. Bored, bored, bored. I kick my tail furiously and speed to the other side of the pool. Suddenly, my instructor, Millie, calls out, “Dino, come here!” and signals to me.

     Instantly, I race over to her. She rubs my head lovingly, gives me a kiss on my nose and throws me a sardine. While I’m munching, she presses her mouth to the side of my face and whispers, “I’ll be back soon.”

     After a few rounds of racing and Tag with my friend, I spot a line of children walking down the hill and towards the lagoons; in some sort of clothing, also wearing a lump of rubber underneath their feet, making a flip-flopping noise whilst they walked.

     I make lots of new friends every day. And every time I see them only once. Well, that’s what I thought anyway.

     Zoomarine. I hear that word every day, a million times. I keep wondering silently, “What does it mean? Is it a type of fish? Is it the name of another dolphin? An important, historic one maybe?”

     But this time, my mind was distracted by the line of about ten children, each taking it in turns to use the shower. Excitement was bubbling up inside me, almost frothing over the top.

     Every time new children come, butterflies start flapping about in my stomach. I’m going to make new friends!

     Unfortunately, my luck ran out. This group were not going into our pool. They were going into the neighbouring pool.

     I have found out some really strange things about humans. For example: they breathe through their mouths and noses! We dolphins breathe through our blowholes. Another: they walk on two legs! We only have one tail and only swim, let alone two legs and walk!

     As the children waded in; until the water was waist-heigh, I watched in awe as the neighbouring dolphins performed their tricks. They did this every day, but it never stopped amazing me, especially to think that I could do those tricks!

     Just as their trainer was giving out delicious sardines, Millie came in. She hadn’t fed me yet, as the group that were coming into this lagoon would be arriving soon.

     Eagerly, I swam onto the bank separating the two lagoons, lifting my tail and head up and, making strange noises, pleading cheekily.

     Millie laughs and calls out, “Dino! Come back here you cheeky boy!”

     As soon as she said that, I realized that an older girl had whipped around to stare at me, eyes wide in disbelief.

    We dolphins may have tiny slits in the side of our heads, classed as ‘ears’, but we can hear extremely well. So I heard her whisper to a smaller girl next to her, “I know Dino! I swam with him 5 years ago! He’s so much bigger now!”

     Yes, I am very proud of my muscularity (I hope that’s what she meant!). But I still couldn’t believe it was true. Did she really swim with me 5 years ago? 5 years is a long time, so she’d have grown up a lot.

     Slowly, I retreated back to my side of the lagoon. Dolphins also have great memory. By the time they’d finished, I was certain it was her.

     Well - I suppose it wasn’t going to be such a boring day after all.