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My cousin got married on tuesday. As a center piece, she had a vase (with flowers) inside another vase, water between the two, rocks and live fish swimming around inside.
I felt bad for the fish. I carefully chose a pale blue-green betta and brought it home. I washed out a goblet, dechlorinated the water, gave it some food and placed the fish, in it's new home, on a night stand inside my air conditioned room.
I got home from work the next day, took a shower and went to admire my fish.
It was gone.
The first thing that came to my head was: My sister did something with it.
But no, the ungrateful little creature jumped. Yeah, I guess in attempt to escape, free itself, end it's life, whatever, it flung itself over the edge of the cup and onto my floor where it shriveled up into a green crescent chip.
My dad said it was because it didn't want to go to LA with me.
I felt bad for the fish. I carefully chose a pale blue-green betta and brought it home. I washed out a goblet, dechlorinated the water, gave it some food and placed the fish, in it's new home, on a night stand inside my air conditioned room.
I got home from work the next day, took a shower and went to admire my fish.
It was gone.
The first thing that came to my head was: My sister did something with it.
But no, the ungrateful little creature jumped. Yeah, I guess in attempt to escape, free itself, end it's life, whatever, it flung itself over the edge of the cup and onto my floor where it shriveled up into a green crescent chip.
My dad said it was because it didn't want to go to LA with me.