How My Fish Died

Well, it was October of last year…

I came home from school, and felt like doodling. So I went outside and doodled! I came inside like one hour later, and my little brother ran to our room and said, “Uh…bro…where’s your fish?” I said, “Shamou’s in his tank isn’t he?” I ran upstairs and saw an empty tank. Finally, after searching for about a half hour, I found him under my nightstand.

Dead.

“How’d this happen?” I asked my mom, since she was there all day. “Well, I don’t know, but I think I know…”

FLASHBACK

My baby sister ran into my room. She was only two at the time. She loved my fish; she wanted one of her own. She thought my fish was like a dog, so she reached her hand in the tank to pet him. Shamou was so worried, he bit her. My sister began to cry, and flew Shamou off her finger. He landed under my nightstand, not knowing what was going on. She began to sob because of the death orf her best friend, and ran to my mom. She gave her a pacifier, which seemed to work. She then fell asleep Babies don’t seem to have a long attention span.

If I learned anything from this, it’s that I can’t trust my sister with pets. When my family (hopefully) gets a dog this spring, my sister’s going back in her playpen (if I can finsd that thing in my basement…)

~Shred