The little pink fishes swam upstream and died!

For as long as anyone could remember, the school of small pink fishes flourished joyfully in their secluded pond that was fed by a small rivulet that branched off the side of a massive, rushing river. As the years wore on, the pond experienced much decay due to the flotsam from a nearby sawmill. Rumor had it that there was another pond up the river that was as pristine as this pond once was. Despite all the fierce dangers that the piscine pond-dwellers knew they would encounter on their way to safe haven, they bravely set off on their perilous journey. As the little fishes fearlessly propelled their pink fins upstream of the frothy current, the waves thundering as they slammed against the massive rocks, their puny bodies were helplessly battered against the powerful efflux. When they finally reached the placid paradise, their bodies hopelessly collapsed from the vicious pummeling they endured while wading upwards. As they gasped their dying breaths, they knew that they had attained bliss at the cost of their lives.