Day 155 – Fishies Swimming in a Tank

Word count: 569

Back and forth, back and forth. Green ones, red ones, speckled ones: they all just kept swimming back and forth, back and forth. One turn around the castle, another around the fake seaweed: they swam around their tank hundreds and hundreds of times a day.
“This isn’t half dull, is it?” Catfish said to Goldfish.
“I know. But what can we do? And they did give us a new castle the other day.”
“True, but we can’t forgive them for keeping us in here just for a few flakes of fish food and a castle.”
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Mini Catfish screamed as she sped by.
“Well she seemed to be enjoying herself,” Goldfish remarked, “It’s not all that bad.”
“Oh jeez, I wish she would just calm down. She always forgets that she’s swimming around the same square foot of water.”
“Dude, you need to lighten up, have a few fish flakes and be done with it. We’ll never live in a river or a lake or a sea, so just get over it.”
“Why won’t we? Why can’t we just escape?”
“Because we’re fish,” Goldfish looked up and saw The Great Hand throw flecks of food down on top of them. “Oh my god, FOOD!”
Goldfish darted up to the surface like a maniac. Mini quickly followed. Catfish remained where he was, though he was sorely tempted to join them. Fish food was so tasty after all. Instead, though he skulked to the castle and brooded a while. He could hear them having fun and enjoying themselves. Catfish grew angry very quickly because they were having so much fun. In truth, he was jealous that they could be happy with what they had and he couldn’t. He wanted fresh water rivers and lakes, he wanted the openness of liberation. He wanted to be free.
It was then that he had the idea. While his two tank-mates were up gorging on his portion of food, he swam towards the glass like a tank. He bashed it and swam back to the castle, and swam towards the castle at full speed again. Bam. Bam. Bam. It was several minutes before the other two noticed.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Goldfish screamed.
“I’m getting us out.”
“You’re committing suicide!”
“Oooo, castle!” Mini screamed and swam around and around it.
“I can’t take this anymore, you might be happy here, but I’m not!”
“Dude, you’re going to kill us all!”
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you about the great rivers, the oceans, the lakes? My parents and my parents parents parents were free. Ever since I was a little fish egg, I’ve wanted to be out there. I know that’s where I belong.”
Catfish continued bashing himself against the glass. A crack formed.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” Goldfish was freaking out, “I’m going to die…”
Mini was still swimming around the castle with childish excitement.
“Catfish, stop, stop!” Goldfish was shouting as the crack grew longer and longer and eventually ran the entire height of the tank.
As Catfish drove himself into the glass one final time, the glass split and there was an almighty rush of water as they were all sucked out and fell onto the floor, flapping around on the carpet.

Fortunately, their owner was in the room at the time and rescued them and it was not long before, once more, they were fishies swimming in a tank.

~ by S.G. Mark on March 10, 2012.

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