We are sitting in front of the octopus, I like them, for some reason I get them. I don’t know what it is, it’s hard to explain. They are gentle, smart, and live in our massive ocean. They don’t belong in an aquarium. Out of the middle of nowhere, I hear a “Bum!” I look back and see the massive white piano, the keys springing out of the wood. But, I remember why I came, to look at the octopus. I was there all day. The best moment was when I put my hand on the glass of the tank and the octopus reached out and laid its tentacle against the glass on my hand.