A fish with a wish (whole story)
Life in a fishbowl When I was a fish in a bowl, I was happy, or at least I thought I was. I was swimming in circles, little circles, true, but I felt I had a perfect vision of the world. I could see so many things my friends in the lake or sea never saw, I got fed twice each day and the food tasted really nice. My bowl got cleaned at regular times. I did not like to be caught in the net and put in a pail while my bowl got cleaned, but when I came back into the clean fresh water, wow, it felt really good. When night came, I let my little body sink to the very bottom of the bowl and soon a wonderful sleep came. I had dreams. Dreams of living in a lake. Dreams of having something green in my bowl, some natural stones. In my dreams I would be swimming around them, partially hiding myself and just having a good, joyful time playing around the green plants and the stones. Then came the day that my human friends called my birthday. They had no idea when or where I was born, bu...