Friday, April 17, 2009

Fish Drabble

The water pressure altered, Kenny, as he was affectionately known by his owner, slipped sideways out of the way of the bigger something, he would have said Fish, but he was one and he knew this wasn’t a species member. The bigger something had fur, Kenny didn’t know what fur was, he was only a goldfish, but he did know danger when it presented its face, in this case a pink nose pressed against the glass, two yellow eyes glaring, sensing prey. The pressure changed again, Kenny hunkered to the bottom of the bowl, perhaps the gravel would provide cover?

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