In a city so busy, where flowers bloom and dogs bark, there lived a little Shark, who loved to visit the park.

This Shark had a name, and it was Spark. Spark the Shark loved to play until it got dark.

Spark loved the swings that went up high, and the slide that whooshed by like a bird in the sky.

“Whoosh! Zoom!” Spark would shout with glee, as fast as a rocket or a buzzing bee.

One day, by the pond, Spark saw ducks with glee. “Quack, quack!” they said. “Come swim with me!”

"Splash! Splish!" Spark dived in, with a swoosh and a grin. Swimming with ducks, oh what fun to begin!

But one little duck, named Lucky, was shy. “I can’t swim well,” he said with a sigh.

Spark gave a smile and nodded his head. “I’ll teach you to swim,” he kindly said.

With a “kick, and a paddle, and a flipper, you see. You’ll swim like a fish, and as happy as can be!”

Lucky kicked and paddled with all his might. Soon he was swimming, oh what a sight!

“Hooray!” cheered Spark, “We both did our part!” They swam and played until it was time to depart.

As the moon rose high, twinkling like a spark, Spark smiled and said, “Goodnight, dear park.”