By the time we got them home the three little fishies in that bowl had survived the 11 hour bass beat of the competition, the falling confetti from the balloon drop and the 5 hour swish swashing trip home. Needless to say they were a little limp when we got them home but Erika was determined to love the life right back into them. She started by cleaning out their water, clearing a shelf for them in her room and thoughtfully naming them. Her silent, scared new pets were Fin (a black one with a little tear in his fin), Elle (a gold one that Erika was sure was a girl), and Spec (a black one with a little gold spec on his body). For two days they slowly began to liven up.
And then . . .
On day three we had a FINeral.
On day four we had a funerELLE.
On day five we paid our reSPECs to the final member of the fishy trio as he swirled down the porcelain grave to join the others.
On Valentine's Day Erika found a new mini-school of fish in a bright new bowl and to this day, six weeks later, they live happily ever . . . well, they're still alive.
3 comments:
I laughed until I cried. You have such a way with words.
You seriously should write a book or something. You do have an amazing way with words.
Sorry Erika about the fish. How sad.
I Agree with Cami and Mom!! Please really consider writing a book. I know others would get just a kick out of your masterpieces. :)
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