Join Date: Jan 2011
Location: The Great White North (NOT Alaska)
Hero: Part III
The water was a lot cooler than what I was used to in the tank that I shared with my sisters, and the red silk leaves that hung from the floating green pontoon weren't nearly as nice as the real plants in my home, but they supplied enough darkness to kill off the gauze that wrapped itself around me. The water was slightly yellow and had a strange medicinal taste, but it felt good on the open wounds. The Big Keeper had me on her desk next to the big thinking box, moving her fingers on a board that clicked at every touch while the lights shifted to and fro on a screen above me. Sometimes she used a large device with a cord that went into the thinking box: it must not have liked this very much, because sometimes it gave small screams and whimpers that sounded like the throes of an agonizing death. Sometimes the box spoke to her in the human's language with a startlingly loud voice that the Big Keeper called a Danielle. Sometimes the Little Keeper read stories to the Danielle that made it make amused sounds, like the humans did when they were happy. I tried to catch their attention when they brought the new boy home, but in time I was distracted by the more impressive red male that sat in the jar next to the heater they used to warm the room. We would often wag our fins at each other, and sometimes we would talk. The humans say talking is important when you meet a male, don't they?
He said his name was Hamlet, and he wanted to know if I came to his table often, because he had never seen me there before. He must have been the boy that Ophelia was telling us about. She never mentioned that he was so handsome though. I wondered if he would come to stay with me if I showed him the white patch on my belly often enough?