A Fish Tale

May 29, 2010 irishwordpainter

At the age of three, my daughter was enchanted with both Pochohontas and fish. After much cajoling and eyelash batting, (the latter was finely honed at a ridiculously early age) I relented and bought “Miss Charm the Pants off of Anyone” a Japanese Fighting Fish which my daughter naturally named Pochohontas. The following morning I am awakened by blood curdling screams. I rush into my daughter’s bedroom and find her collapsed on the hardwood floor holding a very dead fish in her hands. “Sweetie Petie, what happened to her?” “I don’t know, Mommy…she was fine when I tucked her into bed with me last night.” I cannot tell you how hard I bit the inside of my cheeks to prevent breaking out into uncontrollable laughter.

The following day, my daughter was greeted with a cuddly, soft, sleep-able Dutch Bunny which I named Scheherazade for obvious reasons!