Thursday, May 29, 2008
Winnie the Pooh-Poo
Oh gee! I had this fish! Ok, I had more than one fish. I have about four. Nothing big, mind you. Just four little Danio's in a little 2 1/2 gallon tank located in my downstairs bathroom. That all started when my granddaughter won a goldfish at an Easter thing at church, and what do you do with one goldfish. By the way, I am reminded to tell you, that first goldfish had a name. It was "LaFisha."
So I bought this little teeny aquarium and then a couple more fish, Danio's they are, and you know how it goes. What are Danio's. Danio's are a little itty bitty coldwater fish. The ones I have are kind of zebra-striped. They don't require much care, not like a tropical fish where the water has to be a just-so temperature and maybe even needs to be saltwater...oh, no way, none a'dat. When I asked the fellow at the "fish place" about caring for the little Danio's he said they were so hardy they could probably survive in chocolate milk!
So.....about this one little Danio.
When I got him, I noticed he was a little pig. Every time I put food in the tank, that one little Danio would go up and eat everything in sight! I could always tell him from the other fish, too. He was wierd looking. He had pointee snout that looked downright evil. Not like the other fish, who looked normal. So he was an evil, deformed, pig of a fish and he ate so much his belly was really big all the time. I got so irritated with his bad behavior that one day I even fished him out of the tank and put him in some water in a paper cup and told him I was taking him back to the store. But....I relented, and compassion took over, and I put him back finally to live in my home another day.
Inside the tank there is some gravel, a small air filter, a little aquatic frog, a snail, a bit of greenery, and a pretend-rock cave with some nice big holes in it. You know the kind. And the fishies like to swim in and out of it, the frog hides in there sometimes, and once in a while the snail travels in and out of it as well.
Uhhhhh....I have now discovered the rock cave has some "little holes".
I was in the bathroom two days ago, and I looked at the tank, and for pete's sake, what do I see,,,,,but that little evil, deformed, pig of a fish,,,,,,stuck in one of the little holes in the rock-cave, wiggling for all he was worth to get free!!! He's stuck half way thru the thing and he couldn't get out !!!!! Gooooooood grief! What do I do? What do I do? I thought, "Good Lord, if I put my finger against his 'nose', I am liable to crush him!" Well, I began to panic, and finally, I thought, "I will just reach in there and shake him loose, I guess!" And I did. I reached in and took the rock cave in my hand and began to create a rock cave earthquake, tapping it against the gravel bed backwards so as to free that little fish. Suddenly he broke free. I looked at that little fish, and sure enough I thought an evil thought. I thought, "Goood grief, little fish, you ate so much all the time that your belly was too big for you to get all the way thru that little hole in the rock cave!"
I thought to myself, "Fish, you now have a name. You remind me of Winnie the Pooh, when he ate so much honey at Rabbit's house, that he got stuck in the rabbit hole when he tried to leave and he couldn't get out! Your new name is Winnie...Winnie the Pooh." When I told Sis Bee the story she said his name should be Winnie the Pooh-Poo." Don't tell I said.
End of story: Winnie the Pooh-Poo did not survive the ordeal. He was buried today, not without a bit of sadness, where all little passed away fishies go. Well, he will be remembered. Of all the fishies I've had,,,,I guess I can say that for him at least.