I am a big fish.
A very big one.
I eat a lot everyday.
But I do not feel very well today.
I cannot eat or sleep.
I cannot remember what has happened.
Because I have typical short memory.
It lasts three seconds only.
Most fishes have this problem. So this is not a problem at all.
I did not remember how I swallowed that man.
He grumbles all day long in me,
jumps up and down in my stomach.
That’s the reason why I remember him.
He keeps talking and talking.
I suspect he is not talking to me.
Even though he is talking to me, I can do nothing about it.
Just because I do not understand human language.
He must be talking to someone else.
“Blah…blah…blah…blah…blah…”
I don’t like him because he keeps talking and grumbling.
Or complaining, I suppose.
When I swim very fast, he complains because he has sea sickness.
When I talk to my friends, he complains because he cannot stand fish languages.
When I swallow schooling fishes, he complains because he is a vegetarian.
When I hiccup, he complains because he is frightened.
When I sleep, he complains because he cannot sleep.
Even when I poo-poo, he complains because I should not eat and poo at the same time. (I don’t think this is a problem at all. Fishes do this all the time.)
He is quite a human.
“Why me?” I complain.
I cover my ears. But it doesn’t help.
I make a triple turn. But it doesn’t help.
My life is in a mess
because I am remembering everything.
I have to take this man to the City.
This is what I have to do.
Take this man to the City.
I swim all day without sleeping, eating or talking.
“The next stop is the City.”
I think he is quite ready for the stop.
I spit the man onto the shore.
“Mission completed.”
Now, I remember things. That’s terrible. I start missing this grumpy old man!
