Down the toilet it goes

Sorry, this post has nothing to do with fecal matter, urine or any potty training story.



A few weeks ago it was ocean week for Jonah at Gan, at the end of the week he was given two fish to take home, to care for and cherish for the rest of their lives. The fish must have been doing well for themselves because in the week they were living in casa de la bathroom, they had upgraded their living conditions twice. They started in a small simple Studio apartment with no furniture or decorations. They quickly moved into a larger circular bowl, with a nice bed of rocks. They enjoyed that home for a day or so, when they decided to upgrade yet again. This time to a taller larger home, with filter, and a skylight in a nicer neighborhood - Jonah's room.

They seemed happy, got one meal a day handed down to them from heaven, similar to the man. And this morning tragedy struck. The orange fish dropped dead. The black fish was so distraught, he didn't know what to do so he started eating his buddy. That's when Nat saw him , and had me flush him to Hashem, as we told Jonah.

The black fish has been pretty depressed, realizing how close he came to eating fish, which he acknowledged is gross. So he is just staring at the walls of palace, wondering if he will ever find a fried again.