October 31, 2005
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Today my bedroom was the scene of a horrendous and grotesque crime! And the culprit: my own fish, Sven!
On Friday, my little sister Karis won a goldfish at a party we went to. We were very excited that my solitary Sven was going to have company, since the sad death of Julia, his sister, many months ago. We dumped them together Saturday morning, and all seemed to go well, as they buddied up together…or all seemed well, so we thought.
It’s really quite disturbing to walk into your room after getting home from work, and as you walk by your fishbowl, to give it a casual glance…and then stop, as you realize that there is only ONE fish in the bowl. One fish, where there was only a short time ago, two fish. And such was the scenario that I found myself in. Every muscle in my body froze, as I began to look, with my eyes squinted against the sight I knew I must find somewhere amidst the rubble on our floor. Nothing met my eyes, and so with great cries of distress and mental agony, I made the discovery, or lack of it there-of, known to the remainder of the household. They came stampeding in. It was a mystery, to be sure! There was Sven, swimming around in his bowl…but there was no others to be found.
A moment later, the sad discovery was made, as we shook out the blankets that were on the floor, and found the limp and somewhat mutilated remains of our new fish-friend. The marks on his poor little white body attested to the great battle that had been fought, and sadly, lost by this poor valiant soul! And what a battle it must have been, so fierce and to the death, that Jr. jumped right out of his bowl! Amazing!
And there, watching us from the murky depths of his bowl, was Sven, his eyes filled with a diabolical squint, and a smug smile on his warped face. Funny how I never noticed that evil gleam in his beady little eyes…until now.
Comments (9)
LOL!!!
…not to mention that the new fish was larger than Sven. What brutal hidden strenth!
Quite a warrior this Sven… Maybe the new fish attacked him and he was only defending himself?
oh yeah… my frog was a real warrior, he went head on with a possum and only lost two legs in the process!! *sniff… sniff* He passed away 2 days later, God bless his little heart.
I remember when my weenie dogs ate my brothers rabits. They screamed like little girls. It was quite the bloody mess.
diabolical….that is a great word….
Ok, so how do you know that there wasn’t a slight earthquake, and the fish was thrown from the bowl. Sven leaped for Jr. and caught his fin. As he struggled to pull Jr back into the tank, he began to lose hold of Jr’s fin. Jr. finally looked Sven right eye (in the way that only a fish can look), saying, “it’s a lost cause Sven. I’ll never remember your bravery.” The rest is self explanitory. The injuries were from bouncing off different items during the fall and landing in the rubble on the floor. Thus proving ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Sven is inncoent.
ah, alas and alack, I don’t own the cd. I merely put it on that post ’cause that’s where I found the music clip. I wish I had it though!
Sorry ’bout Jr.
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~Suz
remember the crime we saw in oakdale that time when we vocally forced the car around so we could witness it?