“The Fog Horn” by Ray Bradbury

        I was in a lighthouse. It’s far from the land and in the cold, deep ocean.The last night of my journey, McDunn came. He’s subbing for me, it’s finally my turn to go back to the land.  He said this is a lonely job, but we are both getting used to it, the only few things that we can talk to are an ocean, ships, and ourselves. I was glad he came and, fortunately, he’s a good talker, we had a lot of things to talk. He said let me wait for a few more days, and there will be some interesting thing will come. We waited for the Fog Horn to come. McDunn said it comes every year.
       On the other day, when we were waiting for it to come. McDunn started to talk about the story between the Fog Horn and him. Right after he told me the story, the Fog Horn came. McDunn felt bad for him because he’s such a lonely guy, he said the Fog Horn’s probably the last that kind of monster in this world. Every year, he swims all the way from the deepest of the deep to the lighthouse. He wanted someone to talk to. McDunn and I need people to talk with too. We’re lucky, at least, we can talk to each other for now. The Fog Horn was angry, he needed someone or some place to relax, unfortunately, he decided to crash our lighthouse. After the monster did that, he cried and gasped. The tower was gone.
      I didn’t scare about the Fog Horn when he did that, just because we’re similar. I left after the lighthouse got crashed. Now I have a warm, little family. I have someone to love. The new lighthouse was done in November, when I went back McDunn was still there. He said the monster never came back. It’s back to the deepest Deeps. The Fog Horn is waiting for another million years.