Note to self: When you get a new home, do not eat the other fish in the aquarium.
Yep, that’s me…. You may be wondering how I ended up on this small rock island in the middle of Grandaddy Joe’s pond.
It all started about three years ago, I was a tiny little something, splashing around in a parking-lot puddle. My owner found me, picked me up, and I went home with him in a coffee cup. It wasn’t long until I was living the good life! I even got myself a granny! There’s something you should know about granny’s, they love you a bunch and feed you even when you’re not hungry. When I’d see her coming towards my tank, I’d swim back and forth real fast, just a little something to let her know that I loved her.
About this time last year, my granny went to be with JESUS and I haven’t been the same. I searched for happiness but nothing worked. I rearranged my tank, knocked over all my decor, flipped a few logs, and finally I scarfed down all the algae eaters that lived with me. Still… nothing! Not one smidge of delight.
I tried my best to find that place called Heaven so I could see my granny again. I climbed up the filter hose, flipped down to the floor, and landed on my back. It took me three hours to roll over, and another three to make it to the front door. If only I had the speed of a rabbit. I still find it offensive that someone wrote a book about my kind and our slowness.
When I did get to the street, the garbage truck nearly took me out, lucky for me, Larry the Trash man, took me to the closest body of water. There was a sign posted, “Grandaddy Joe’s pond – no trespassing!” Larry wasn’t Joe, but he took a chance at being on another man’s property just to save my life. I don’t know if I’ll ever make it out of here. If I don’t, I’ve made a place for myself under this little tree.
I’m content with my memories.
Leesa Writes 