A Betta Story Part 7
Two days went buy until the boy finally took the 'thing' out of the bag. It happened to be nothing but a tank decoration for my aquarium. "It's pretty neat!" I thought. He cleaned my tank that Saturday, washed the new decoration, and put it in, along with me shortly after. It was a cute little plastic rock cave that I could hide in. I loved it! I rested either on top of it, or in it. When he turned my tank light off at night I rested my fins on the gravel until the sun rose. When he fed me he played his little 'game'. All was great. Sometimes the boy would get sick with a cold and his mom or dad would feed me. His dad would tap on the glass and irritate me so I flared constantly for him to stop, I didn't want to revisit the whole 'truck' issue. A week later the boy came home with some delicious blood worms that I could eat. I talked to Turquoise to no end.
One day when I woke up, Turquoise was not in his tank. I circled my tank, looking at his from all different angles until I gave up. Did Turquoise die? Oh, how sad I would be! When I got sick of my tank decorations I would talk to Turquoise. He was always entertaining me. What would I do? I had to find out straight away.
A Betta Story Part 8
I flared, I acted sick, I did everything for a couple days to make the owners think I was sick. Maybe they would take me to the pet store. Maybe they took night back because he was sick. Maybe I could GET sick so I could stay with him. He was my best friend. I really wanted him to come back. The boy cried because of the way I 'acted' sick. He didn't want to lose me either. It was either Turquoise or my owner. It was extremely hard to make everyone happy, including myself. I still acted sick, all through the week until the family took me to the pet store. There was constant chatter and crying until the pet store took me away into a back room. She put me in a cup with blue water and sprinkled something into my cup. I was sad. They put me in the back where the sick fish go. I stayed there for a couple of days. It was horrible. I made a bad choice. Chances are Turquoise HAD died, and was never to be seen again. Although he could be here amongst the few sick bettas that WERE here. What if he was? No, probably not. I would never see him again. And I would probably never see myself again. Nope. This was the end of me. I lie down, gave my owner the best wishes, and went to sleep.
When I woke up I was feeling great. I had been put back with all the healthy, lively bettas! I saw a flash of blue and green and swerved in my cup. It couldn't have been Turquoise. This betta had too much green to be Turquoise. Then again, he was frantically trying to attack me from his cup. It WAS Turquoise! I couldn't believe it! We had been reunited!
No Bettas ATM
Orange Spadetail Guppy: Tangy
Alot of Baby Snails they hitched a ride with my anarcharis... :P
RIP Comet, Pineapple, unnamed HM, ghost shrimps...
Last edited by BettasForever; 01-28-2011 at 04:27 PM.
Reason: I accidentally used Night instead of Turquoise.