The mirror shattered, which was unlucky for its owner but lucky for the fish.
Beta didn’t like to see other fish. Especially other fish that looked nearly as splendid as he did.
That aggressive fish in the next bowl that was always imitating him really set him on edge. It was almost exactly as splendid, and was always doing exactly what he was doing, in the most mocking way possible.
Beta swore he would get that fish some day. He swore he’d find a way even if he had to die to reach his goal.
Then the mirror fell off the table and Beta never saw that other fish again.
Running, chasing the aardvark. The reason was unclear, it was just one of those things that had to be done. If it hadn’t been the aardvark, it probably would have been the zebra that needed chasing. And that would be hard on those trusting that hoofbeats were horses.
A quick view of things if Dante was right. A special room is reserved here for the abusers of both aardvarks and zebras.
Now I’m facedown on the sand. Not clear how I got here exactly, but it it time to apologize to whatever I was chasing.
But they’ve already left.
On the horizon, I can see signs of a city. Perhaps I could wander that way.
Alas, it is not to be.
That incessant beeping I’m hearing is back in reality.