The bowl had sat on the table for days. Bright blue rocks glittered across the bottom, a plastic plant was wedged among them. Everything was perfect, except for the lack of water, and, of course, the fish. Though there was careful time and planning on all other aspects, everyone had lost their urge and motivation to actually buy the fish due to, well, really just plain laziness. The ten minutes drive to the store was just too far.
Finally, after about a week of the vacant fish dwelling, the big day came to finally occupy it. Soon, 3 large goldfish became part of the family. Everyone became deeply involved in the way they should be taken care of, from water temperature to where would be the best place to set them for best light exposure… These had to have been some of the best pampered fish that ever were. Then, they died. It hadn’t even been more than 3 days until they decided to leave this cold, cruel, harsh world and meet their maker.
Arguments soon erupted. “You stressed them! You’re constantly yelling and bringing bad energy into this room! They died of a broken heart!”
“Well you kept having to tap on the stupid bowl. They probably died from germ and disease exposure.”
“YOU keep shaking the table they’re on. They probably have brain damage.”
“Well, YOU’RE the one that bought the most sickly fish in the tank.”
“Oh yeah? Well…you’re fat.”
Chaos erupted, until a small voice chimed out, “Wait, did anyone actually… feed the fish?”
Everyone assumed that the others took care of that, so, in fact, no one had.
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