I have a short, sad, but somewhat amusing (only if you have a sense of humor like me) story to tell you guys today: though the event I hope to relive happened several days ago, and I keep forgetting to mention it.
Some of you might know that we have (spoiler alert: had) three little fish, and two little water frogs. They sat in a tank, all good friends, on top of out table, and lived nice, quiet lives expect for when Zeb came to tap the glass.
That minor detail is unimportant----I shall move on.
One day, we discovered that a fish had died. It was laying there, all...dead-like, and we decided to take it out soon as somebody qualified (AKA, a parent) had time. I then preceded to completely forget about it.
The next day, I went downstairs and sat to eat/read, and looked into the tank to see three little fish swimming around.
It's a miracle!
Turns out, the fish had been faking it, and was very much alive.
A couple days later, I was looking into the tank, also while eating/reading, and noticed one of the fish was laying of the bottom of the tank, all dead-like. I thought, "bah! It's probably faking it. After all, fish float when they die right?"
I pointed it out to Mom, and then left it be.
A day or so later (I have a short memory-span) I noticed we had two fish, and two frogs. I asked Mom what happened to the third, and the reply was: "oh, it's really dead this time. The frogs' ate it. Look, there's its skeleton."
Needless to say, I looked, and sure enough there was a tiny little fish skeleton laying on the rocks. It's still here to this day---and it's said that the fish's spirit haunts the tank now.... You can still hear the screams....
Not really, but it just goes to show----what doesn't kill, will probably succeed in the second attempt!
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