Last night, Lady May's
fish committed suicide. When we went to bed, it was swimming happily in it's bowl. When we woke, it's lifeless corpse was dried up on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. At some point in the night, the fish catapulted out of the water and plunged to it's death. Perhaps the poor thing finally realized it's owner felt caring for it was “boring, boring, boring”.
Nevertheless, Lady May put on an impressive display of grief. She was the embodiment of sackcloth and ashes the whole afternoon ( i.e., 20 minutes). It almost made
my heart hurt hearing her wail, "my heart huuuurrrrrts".
Almost.
And now for your reading pleasure, an essay about the deceased:
Hilarious...I know that's wrong to be laughing at a poor little fishy dying but oh that composition is ROFL good!
ReplyDelete