Thursday, August 25, 2005
Seymour...
L claims it was not murder, L says it was an accident, but Seymour, the Chinese Fighting Fish did not have a fighting chance, may he rest in peace...amen!!! As the story unfolds, L was transporting Seymour in a jar, the jar had a lid and the appropriate holes on the lid for ventilation. The air conditioning in L's car was not working that fatal day, and when L arrived at the destination, Seymour lay flat on his back. L tried desperately to give Seymour mouth-to-mouth, but it proved useless. He now lies buried in between a row of rose bushes. Seymour was a good fish, he never asked for much in this life, he never talked back to anyone, he was easy to please, and at times had a dare devil attitude that made everyone's heart skip a beat. But now he has met his maker, the big tuna in the sky, and we will all remember him with fondness. And L, if the fish police come and question me, I will only speak of the wonderful relationship you shared with your beloved Seymour....if you pay me a few bucks.