When the fish came out

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A fantasy story of a boy whos fish come to have human characteristics and become close.

Submitted: December 13, 2009

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When the fish came out
 
By: Brooks Jenkins
 
 
Boy do I have a story for you. Not a fish story, but a story of fish. I have 3 goldfish. I keep them in a tank in my basement. Their tank is not tiny by any means and I tell you that to set a stage I am sure you will not believe unless of course it happened to you like it did to me.
On a cool Sunday night I was up doing my homework and went down to the printer to collect my work and go off to bed. As I crept down the stairs I stepped slow as to not wake my resting parents. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I could hear laughing and the light ringing that is present when a television is on. I peeked around the corner expecting to see my dad watching late night news, but to my surprise, 3 golden fish, my golden fish on the couch watching the Jefferson’s. At the moment I saw them in shock I fell down on the spot and stood up quickly. Naturally they noticed, and stared right at me and I stared back. The curios, but non-threatening stare lasted for what seemed like hours but was most likely eight or nine seconds. After our gaze of misbelieve and shock, one of the fish patted the only open seat left in the couch in an inviting fashion. I saw next to the spot, my favorite treat, cheese puffs. It was almost like they knew I was coming. The cheese puffs must have been an ease into the fact that we watch TV. and act like them tool or something to that measure. Or maybe not a gift but a comfort food to take the edge off seeing fully functional fish watching my favorite TV show eating my favorite food. If that was true it worked wonders. I sat down and began to snack. I turned over to the fish after a few bites and said, “Can you talk”? He replied with a solid up and down nod signaling he could not. I accepted his response and saw the others do the same. Right then and there I realized they were all guys. They had to be. Cheese puffs, TV at night, not having much to say but saying all they need to in a nod they had to be guys. At that moment I had found the perfect hangout spot. I knew I had to keep it secrete though at least for a while I don’t know how anybody but me could handle this kind of knowledge. I’m not saying I am all knowing, just all accepting in a fish sense any way. So now every other night I go down and watch the Jefferson’s with my favorite fish friends and spend the relaxing rest time I need from the high school grind. I am only telling you this now because I know you will either not believe my tale or be accepting enough to stop by and respect our privacy and relaxation time, and if u need join us for a night or two feel free the fish are accepting as well as me. Just remember if you decide to stop by or not,  respect your fish or any animal in that instance if fish can watch the Jefferson’s who knows what the other animals can do.
 


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