Kristin WolgemuthMy Life as a Fish
May 16th 2009 12:16
If I were a creature other than a human, I would be a fish. I would live in a wonderful tank full of plastic, brightly colored plants and rocks galore. I’d want one of those treasure chests that opens now and then and blows bubbles. That would be so fun! I’d ride the bubbles up, just like a ride at an amusement park. I would want psychedelic colored gravel to liven up my floor. I’d swim over tops of these little rocks, practically glowing from their brightness.
If I were a fish, I would never gain weight. Have you ever seen a fat fish? I haven’t, but maybe they do exist. I would swim around all day without getting tired, and I’d be in great shape. I could breathe through my gills, never having to come up for air. I’d go exploring in and out of big rocks with holes in them, hide behind pirates of the plastic variety, and maybe chase a friend around. Oh, that’s the life.
I wouldn’t have a care in the world. I would have someone to feed me every day, clean my habitat, and maybe even give some attention now and then. Not preparing meals every day? What a plus! My diet would hopefully have some variety, though, because my owner would spoil me. When one canister of fish food was gone, he could get a different kind, just to switch it up for my friends and me. He’d vacuum the gravel every month or so, and there’d be a sucker-fish to clean up the algae in the meantime. It’s too bad the sucker-fish would have no friends: he’d be too busy cleaning all the time.
Of course I would be an ornament, something to just be looked at, but that alone would be a purpose, a reason for living. I would be making people happy, having them “ooh” and “ahh” over my bright colors. I’d be queen of the fish tank, the most beautiful fish to be reflected in… the glass wall. My owner would say, “Look at that one, right there! Isn’t she pretty? Isn’t she a fast swimmer?” I think I’d like to be blue and red and silver. That sounds like an exciting combination: a bit exotic, but not overly flashy.
I wouldn’t want to end my life belly-up, though, and likely flushed down the toliet. That sounds like a downer.
If I were a fish, I would never gain weight. Have you ever seen a fat fish? I haven’t, but maybe they do exist. I would swim around all day without getting tired, and I’d be in great shape. I could breathe through my gills, never having to come up for air. I’d go exploring in and out of big rocks with holes in them, hide behind pirates of the plastic variety, and maybe chase a friend around. Oh, that’s the life.
I wouldn’t have a care in the world. I would have someone to feed me every day, clean my habitat, and maybe even give some attention now and then. Not preparing meals every day? What a plus! My diet would hopefully have some variety, though, because my owner would spoil me. When one canister of fish food was gone, he could get a different kind, just to switch it up for my friends and me. He’d vacuum the gravel every month or so, and there’d be a sucker-fish to clean up the algae in the meantime. It’s too bad the sucker-fish would have no friends: he’d be too busy cleaning all the time.
Of course I would be an ornament, something to just be looked at, but that alone would be a purpose, a reason for living. I would be making people happy, having them “ooh” and “ahh” over my bright colors. I’d be queen of the fish tank, the most beautiful fish to be reflected in… the glass wall. My owner would say, “Look at that one, right there! Isn’t she pretty? Isn’t she a fast swimmer?” I think I’d like to be blue and red and silver. That sounds like an exciting combination: a bit exotic, but not overly flashy.
I wouldn’t want to end my life belly-up, though, and likely flushed down the toliet. That sounds like a downer.
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