Muses

Oscar is Gone. (A Muse gone sad.)

Yesterday morning I went into my son’s bedroom.

Each morning Oscar greeteth me (Oscar, the white Oscar fish.)

He gets exciteth to see someone’s shadow falleth across the tank. For that meaneth food.

Wiggling, cavorting.

Yesterday there was no wiggle, no giggle, no white wriggling fish.

No Oscar.

Immediately I deduced something had gone terribly awry.

My son turned over every shell in the tank. He lifted Squidward’s house.

No Oscar. I looked on the floor. I looked and looked.

Then I saw…eeww.

Child started crying….I ran to get a bag. Our Oscar had grown big.

Now he was big, lifeless and sticky.

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I dropped the kids off and headed to Wal*Mart.

Oscar was gone and I wanted a replacement NOW.

First off, I bought an aquarium topper. (No need to witness that carnage again.)

There was one lone Oscar.

As white as our dear Oscar was — this guy was black.

I bought him.

I brought him home.

He almost died. If you count laying on his side at the bottom of the tank a bad sign.

Our pest control specialist, Steve, came by to rid the house of bugs.

“In heavens name, I’ve killed another fish,” I said…wringing my hands. “And this one’s been in my care about two hours.”

Steve suggested I bag him  and carry him down to fish department for a refund.

He was the last one.

He had to live.

I prayed.

He lived.

My son asked what his name should be.

I nameth him…

Felix.

Have you ever prayed over a fish, frog…or any wee vertabrate?

(Don’t know if I would prayeth to heal a sick invertabrate. Only if it was really cute or had lots of personality.)

 

 

 

 

 

           

           

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