Little Ollie the octopus stretched in the deep blue sea. She wiggled each arm and said, "Let's count me!"

Ollie counted one, two, three, four. "That's four!" she giggled. Then she counted five, six, seven, eight.

But when she counted again, she found a arm that wiggled back. "Wait—that makes nine!" she cried with a happy squeak.

A teeny clownfish popped out from behind her arm. "Boo! I was hiding all along!" he laughed.

Ollie wrapped her arms in a hug. "You're my very best hiding friend!" She counted again—eight arms and one fishy friend.

"We're a perfect nine," whispered Ollie. And they drifted off to dream of counting stars.