New Home

Two goldfish have spent their entire lives living in a tiny bucket, whose water had long lost the flavor of freshness.

It donned a murky cloak of flatness to it now, still and lacking bubbles.

Tiny it was this bucket, but home to the fish for all their lives it was.

One day two hands reached in and became smaller buckets still, scooping up both fish, lifting them from their known abode.

The fish in the left-hand squirms, shuts its eyes tight and condemns this evil hand for taking him from his home and the only surroundings he has known. He curses and hates this hand.

The fish in the other hand also fights, briefly, then just shuffles but suddenly is relaxed, slightly nervous, but excited as he has not shut his eyes and he now looks as the body connected to the hands lowers itself beside a beautiful pond, flowing water sounds around and replenishes the pool; the fish have a new home.