A Fish Story

My niece, who is in college, was watching her friend’s fish over the summer.


That means, all summer long, she’s feeding the fish, and cleaning their tank, and all the other stuff you do for a totally boring pet like a fish.

As the summer drew to a close, she was looking forward to turning the fish to their rightful owner.

And then ONE WEEK before school started back, the fish died.

Seriously?

First off, a fish is The Most Thankless Pet on Earth. I mean, really! A pet you can only look at, never touch? It’s the animal equivalent of that china doll your great-aunt got you for Christmas as a kid.

Little Girl: Ooh, what a pretty doll!

Great Aunt: Now don’t play with it; you just let it sit on this high shelf and look at it!

Little Girl: What the heck kind of present is THAT to give a kid?

(Little Girl earns a spanking, or a turn in the Uncoopertive Chair, depending on progressiveness of parents.)

So, to recap: My niece is stuck taking care of the fish for three months, and WHAM! It kicks the bucket right before she’s supposed to give it back.

Ouch.

She might as well have just killed it on Day One, because it would have been the same result then as the one she’s getting now.

Dead Fish=1
Good Friend Points=0

Now THAT stinks!