Gone Fishing

I was just swimming along in the ether of existence, obliviously endeavouring to survive. Then a flash of light, a sparkle in the distance. Something glittery and abnormal caught my eye. What else could I do but swim toward it? Tail conducting velocity, fins controlling direction, I raced forward with reckless abandon. Pretty!!
*CHOMP*
Now you've got me on your hook, dear fisherman. I can't get away, and even if I could, I'm still fascinated by the glint in the water.
So what are you going to do with me?
Laters