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But it was the mouth that froze Mateo’s blood. The fish snapped at the air, revealing rows of triangular, razor-sharp teeth that clicked together with the sound of a closing trap.

A flash of red and silver erupted from the depths. Mateo shrieked, pulling his legs back so fast he nearly tumbled backward onto the sun-bleached planks. A small, muscular fish—no longer than his hand—clattered onto the pier, thrashing wildly. Its belly was a brilliant, fiery orange, and its scales shimmered like crushed diamonds. PiraГ±a 1

His grandfather, Abuelo Tomas, sat nearby, repairing a woven fishing net with hands that looked like gnarled driftwood. But it was the mouth that froze Mateo’s blood

"Don't let your toes dip, niño ," Tomas warned without looking up. "The river is hungry today." Mateo shrieked, pulling his legs back so fast

Mateo didn't put his feet back down. For the rest of the afternoon, he watched the river, certain he could see a hundred pairs of tiny, unblinking eyes waiting just beneath the surface for Piraña Two.

How should the story continue? One option is to explore what happens next when Mateo's younger sister accidentally drops something valuable into the water, or perhaps skip ahead to when a grown-up Mateo returns to the river with his own secrets.