The Terror In The Community.
The community was designed as a euphoric cornucopia of green, lush plant life, all underwater in a 25-gallon tank. Introducing into this tank were three. You heard me, three fanciful goldfish.
One was an Oranda that I named golden because of the top head. Then the next one, dark, telescopic eyes, definitely can see everything, call him the professor he is a moor. The third and final was the silver goldfish, the Silver Surfer.
Let’s get down to the story. One day, as I came back from work, I looked into this beautiful tank to see three magnificent goldfish swimming, and saw the unspeakable. The professor was going after Golden. Why? I have no idea, there was nothing that fish was doing to him.
I looked up can that fish be a bully? Can that fish be aggressive because when you go to the pet store, they don’t tell you these things? They just allow you to buy whatever you want. Looking it up, it did say it can be a bully, but it didn’t say that it would kill anyone,
All right, I decided I need to keep a closer eye on them. Keep an eye on making this community stay tranquil, and try my best to keep the professor away from Golden.
What happens? I wake up and golden is belly up. To say I was upset is an understatement. I just got golden. I just took a deep breath, said a fond farewell, and it went down the circular hole of the toilet.
I went back to the pet store and decided to get two Oranda’s and see which one will survive, because I’m pretty sure the professor attacked it, but I want to give it the benefit of the doubt. I need evidence, people. Not speculations. You know, to be fair, it might not be that the professor could have been a sick fish, right?
I kept those two separated , didn’t give them a name, just watched to make sure they were healthy.
I decided it’s been a few days. Let’s put them in the community.
What happens? The professor goes after the smaller Oranda. When I say go after, I mean attack. It just kept picking, picking, picking, at it everywhere it went. It got to the point that the poor thing was hiding in the leaves, in the tank, to get away from it, but it did not survive. In the tank, there were four. Now it’s back down to three.
I decided I’m going to change the names we are going to call them now.The professor is now Maurice. The silver one is Terrance, and now the Oranda is, Gordan.
Where did I get Gordon from? I have no idea. I am watching this community like a hawk.I’m watching trying to make sure Maurice, aka the professor, does not attack Gordon.
Low and behold, out of nowhere, Maurice decides he wants to attack Gordan.
Gordon is the same weight, length and almost a little bit bigger than Maurice. Gordon was not taking any of that?
He went right back at him, and they both seemed to be going at it to see who’s going to be the supreme in that community.
I’m hyper-focused on Orlando and Maurice, not really paying attention to Terrence.
What happened to him and where is he? I didn’t realize Terrence disappeared. I’m looking in the leaves. I don’t see him anywhere. I’m moving things around and I found Terrence. He passed away.
It must have happened when I fell asleep. I can not keep an eye on them 24/7.
The only thing I can think of is that Maurice went after him. It tried to hide and got stuck.
I told you, Maurice is the terror of the community. So now I’m down to two, two goldfish, Maurice and Gordon. Like I said, Orlando is not a push over and is not tolerating any of Maurice’s shenanigans.
This is going to be a very interesting situation. I have decided, if I can’t take it anymore,
Then Maurice has to be separated.
What’s the deal? Because they’re smaller, he wants to take over. No, you don’t own the community. The community is one where you’re supposed to share and work together. They’re not big. They are the size of my thumb; that being said, the terror of the community will pay the price if I see any more aggressive behavior. Because, you know, Fia is not having that even in the underwater community.
I hope you laughed at this. Bye.








Cleverly penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, I always enjoy your amazing storytelling. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
Thank you Damian. Maurice is going to have my blood pressure up. lol
Fantastic. Love it, Fia.
Thank you Atticus;))
Why not just flush Maurice?? Get rid of the non team player! maybe he can go rule the sewers or something, LOL.
I’m just being logical! Or put his ass with a male Beta (Japanese Fighting fish). No more Maurice!
lol I have a friend that said I should send Maurice to meet Davey Jones Locker in the toilet too. lmao. Thank you Stxian
Chère F.,
I’d love it if this would find you mellow and at ease, just before the weekend.
I’ve read your poem and I don’t understand it.
blunt Dutch analysis.
But I love the kiss by Brancusi (singer museum Leiden the Netherlands) without understanding too.
I love some of Rothko’s work too.
Understanding isn’t always about what you/I can grasp at any time!
I love this write of yours and I think it’s raking me a little more time.
So:
Please be patient with me!
I’ll be back, I promise! Have a very nice weekend…..
Warm Waving from a distance, Gus
Thank you Gus, its not a poem its a short story. I have a goldfish that is a bully. lol Have a good weekend.
Cook Maurice and have him as an appetizer. He’d be with you forever. Great story Fia.
Lmao no way. thank you Vision
This starts playful but slowly tightens into something darker.
Power and cruelty don’t need much space to show themselves.
That is so true Thomas. Thank you
Clean slate works also. Lol
Maurice met an untimely death. lol Thank you CasketSharpe;))
I think you’ll need to build a little underwater jail and keep Maurice there as punishment.
This was great, yes it’s frustrating that your fishes kept dying but I love how you told this story not just as the observer but almost like a deity that you had power but they kept dying on you while you weren’t looking.
Awesome work.