Here I was, trapped in a vile little cup. I should have been dancing in the warm waters of Thailand, my fins should have been flowing like an elegant cloud behind me, my "cup-mates" beside me shouldn't be here either. Ah yes; it should have been a mass of things. Slowly, I peered toward the other bettas - some already inanimate and floating like lilypads at the surface of the monotone water. Swiftly, I darted around in my cup in defiance that I would never end like them. As I did, my clamped tail lead uneaten food and my very feces wafting through the cup. I sunk to the bottom in sheer disgust, my slender body folding against the sides. A small part of my tail was parted, and it was literally floating at the roof of the water. The chilly water was so penetrating to me; I decided to store the remaining heat I could muster up. Large, tall shapes moved across the cups, the ones who put me here in the first place. I twitched my clamped up tail in hatred, wishing I could do the same to them.
Suddenly, I felt my whole body lurch forward as the water in the disgusting container rolled. Soon I found my cup - and myself - in the hands of one of the big shapes. They where slowly turning the cup, their massive eyes inspecting every inch of my body. Another violent jerk of water and I was out of the store. Out of it.
My head was spinning from all the motion, and the cup was still shaking. I flared out as best as I could and paced halfheartedly in my water. Now the clouds of- of whatever were really flying now. I tried my best to ignore it. Another cumbersome lurch and I suddenly saw a- a huge body of water around me. Warm water. Was I in Thailand? Already? Rapidly, I tread back and forth in excitement. But I was still in my cup, and I could not help feel disappointed as I moved toward the plastic in longing.
woosh! An odd, waterless object swiped me right up from the dirty cup. I gasped, and in horror I discovered no water flushing through my gills. Frantically, I instantly started flopping in the tangling soft object. But it was okay, because I felt the soft material lifting from my body as water took in my shape. It was so warm, so pure. To gain my vision, I paused in the tank for a moment. And then I darted forward, intense on exploring the waters of Thailand! But glass met me, and I felt my heart drop like stone. I didn't want to be in another cup! But- but this cup was different, it was large and warm, and nicely planted. The water was clear. Hey, it may not be the tropical Thailand water, but it was certainly better then the petstore cup water. I decided I liked- no loved this new place. I looked toward the other creature, who had brought me here. In great gratitude, I flared at her. I was sure my torn tail, rotted away from weeks of the dirty water, would grow back. After all, this was my new cup, my home. And guess what? I never ended up like that other fish; because I may not be the prettiest- I was certainly one of the strongest.
~ Diablo, the halfmoon betta
Last edited by bettafishgirl; 04-27-2013 at 10:08 PM.