Once upon a time there was a Jellyfish named Wellington. He was a very dignified Jellyfish, and for some reason, spoke with a British accent. "Top of the morning," He said to his very confused and embarrassed family. One day, his father, Blobby, (who was a normal Jelly) swam up to Wellington and said (in his normal accent) "Welly—we're disowning you until you can learn to do normal Jellyfish things." "Toodle pip," Said Wellington. "This is a most unfortunate occurrence. What is it that 'normal' Medusozoa (Jellyfish) do?" His mother, Squishy, slapped him with one of her many tentacles. "You have to figure that out for yourself!" "Cheery-O." Said Wellington. "Goodbye sweetheart," Squishy said. "And by that, I mean GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!!" Wellington undulated away before his mother could slap him again. He swam up to a nearby turtle. "Top of the morning friend," He said. "May I ask you a quick question?" The turtle grunted. "What is it that Jellyfish do?" Wellington asked. The turtle smiled. "They get eaten by turtles." The turtle ate Wellington. Wellington died. The End!