Inside the head of Bluey Scheluwee : “I think I ate my own droppings & The Others.” (Part III)

Ok how do I start this. Ermm..well…this morning, I swam up to the surface looking for food and I think I was so hungry that I didn’t exactly pay attention to what I put into my mouth. It was only a moment later that I realised that owner had forgotten to feed me and that the stuff I just swallowed greedily were my own droppings.

I’m not stupid. It’s just that fish food and fish droppings look alike.

I do not even want to begin on how I feel about that whole shit eating episode. And this is why I wish my confinement space could be cleaned out more regularly. Hey, if you want to keep a helpless little fish in a confinement space, and take great pleasure in watching it swim round and round all day long in a bored stupor, and call it your pet, then do this circus freak a favour please. I don’t know how human droppings look or taste like but I’m sure it doesn’t taste like chocolate cheesecake either so it’s the same here, hombre’.

Ok, so now that that’s out of the way it’s on to more grave discoveries.

I noticed that after owner, Master and the others left 3 in the evening, a few other humans (which I call ‘The Others’ just like in that Lost series on TV) would come into 3. They would all be dressed in blue uniforms, and they were armed. Some of them with long sticklike equipment and some with great black bags. They would look for something on the floors, and pick up stuff and place them into those big black bags. Others sprayed a strange suspicious liquid on the desk tops and started spreading it around with a cloth. I shuddered as all sorts of thoughts entered into my mind. What were these humans after? Why were they performing a CSI on 3 (my favourite show on telly by the way)? All I could think of was that maybe this place 3 was not what it was made out to be after all.

The worst part was that there was one of The Others with a Great Big Machine of Destruction (GBMD for short). I could not see it as it was on the ground and again, since I am on a desk, I could only hear the terror that the GBMD brought. This GBMD produced a sound so loud and terrifying that when I first heard it, I thought that the end was near for me.

And so it was that the GBMD came looking for me every single night. I know because I could see one of the Others heading towards me every single night and by a sheer miracle they must have not seen me on the desk, because I figured they were looking for me below it. I thanked my lucky stars that the GBMD was not such an intelligent machine that it could successfully detect me.

Yet I knew that my luck would run out one day and the GBMD would spot me and get at me and then no one would ever know what happened to me. Not that I really cared if anyone would want to know what happened to me but then this was not the way I had wanted to go. I had always wanted to leave this world as a fighter, to live up to my ancestors’ reputation.

But the real question is perhaps this: I think someone’s out to get me. But who and why would they want me? A few possible theories surfaced, firstly the Master or maybe owner herself was trying to annihilate me. Secondly, those fishes back at owner’s must have put out a killing order against me out of spite and revenge (though I know it was unlikely as they were not capable of such things) and thirdly, the stationery, who pretended to be so innocent and not knowing I existed, were secretly trying to get me out of their territory.

Whoever it was, I have only one thing to say to them and that is this : I may be a small little blue fish, but it’s not going to be that easy to get rid of me.

And so it was, that night after night, I stayed awake till The Others combed the area and left, praying that they wouldn’t find me or notice me. And only when they left, did I sleep.