Today, as I was skipping home merrily from work (because why would one skip if one was not merry? And why would one not be merry having taught lessons, marked books and planned yet more learning?) having discovered that the new Ye Olde Koreanee Shoppee in our building sells MobiPhone credit (bonus!), I found myself on the small bridge that crosses the Lily Trench Orphanage, leading to my apartment block.
I stopped.
Something was not quite right.
A strange, eerily cold wind blew through my hair.
Somewhere near me, a child screamed.
The. Lily. Trench. Had. Been...
DRAINED!
I searched frantically around for some sign of Jesus, Mary, Joseph, John the Baptist, Romeo, Juliet and the Nursemaid! Maybe they were flapping around in a small, still-filled area patiently awaiting the replenishment of the trench? Maybe there would be a sign in Vietnamese explaining that the fish had been scooped out and were being housed in reception whilst the trench was cleaned?
Nothing.
Nothing!
Alas, Risk or Death doesn't know anything yet, as she is cycling to the North Pole, blindfolded. Hopefully this, and the short-lived iPhone battery will mean that she won't have a chance to read this before I can break it to her gently.
Poor fish. I wonder if it is any consolation that the remainder of their lives were spent in luxury, bliss and abandon?
Epitaf For Fish:
Your lives were brief,
Your memories short.
I'm sorry to see that
In the end, you were caught.
RIP Fish
... none of our fish were called 'Doug'.
Do you suspect sabotage? Do you think someone in Authority saw you depositing fish into the trench and decided to put a stop to this rebellious behaviour?
ReplyDeleteCan you hear the crying of the fish?