Last Thursday, we took a family trip to the Pet Store after deciding that we should get pet fish. It's our first step toward owning a cat or dog someday and seems like a failsafe way to try our care of an animal without much financial risk (I mean, if it doesn't work out, we won't have a difficult time paying off the 27 cent debt on our credit card).
Once at Petsmart though, we realized we were embarking on a mission to rescue a fish from an awful fate - being feed to other animals! I guess people don't actually come to buy the small goldfish to have as pets, and the fish seemed to know it. As the store helper was diving in for the catch, this is what ensued...
All 436 goldfish: "Swim, Swim!!!! The lady coming for the kill. Don't be caught!"
Bob (as we later named him) singing to himself: "Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo...bloop"
All 436 goldfish: "Hey look! Bob is lost in his own dreams again. He's sooooo dead meat!"
Bob: "Oh, rats! That was the net of death. I've been snookered into it. That must be what the other fish were yelling about, but who can hear anything when you're underwater."
All 436 goldfish: "Sucker. Should have been paying attention...hahahaha"
Meanwhile, in on the other side of the tank, we were discussing the mortgage the store clerk was trying to con us into through buying everything from a underwater house, plants to float above, and special medication for our fish in case he gets sick!! Ok, I'm exaggerating, but buying a small fish can turn into quite an investment if you're not careful.
Anyway, we secured what we needed to give Bob Foober (his full name) a comfortable life (i.e. food) and made our way home to introduce him to his new world. And that is where Bob gets the last laugh. While he was being made fun of at the pet store for getting hooked because he was dreaming of loftier thoughts, they are the ones to eventually become someone else's meal. Bob now has a cool bowl all to himself, food, lots of love, and his life to dream away.
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