I was eating my oatmeal. My fish walked up to me and said,
“And then there were two.” “And then number two,” I said.
I got up from the table and used the bathroom. Four hours
later I came out sat down on the couch for a television series
binge. My fish sat on the couch beside me and gave me the
look that said it wanted to watch the news and that I hog the
TV. “So, are you going to make me some popcorn or what?”
I said. My fish went into the kitchen and came back with a
bowl of cereal without any milk in it. “Thanks,” I said. “Don’t
mention it,” he said. He left a mark on the couch I couldn’t
get out, and had really been a nag while I was trying to watch
my show. But by nightfall he was back in his tank, sleeping and
floating belly up the way he always does.