It was swimming one moment, and still the next. I always would think it died after long long periods of inactivity and getting buffetted about by the bubbles in my tank, but it will always start moving as suddenly as though a switch was flicked.
Flika was my dad's prawn. He didn't exactly said it was his, but since he was the one who cared the most for it, it just seemed fit to say that Flika belonged to him. In fact, I wonder if Flika knows who he belongs to. Or maybe Flika would resent belonging to somebody - I knew I would. So, in all sense, I shouldn't say Flika belongs to dad.
Today morning, Flika died. Apparently he was really really dead, for he didn't start swimming after 2 hours of my staring at him, nor did he struggle when I put my hands into the tank and lifted him out. I brought Flika to my mother in the kitchen and told her Flika's weight, length (5 inches) and color (pinkish-red). Then my mother threw Flika into the pot.
Dad came home, had dinner, and told mum, "Nice prawn!"
3 comments:
LOL....hehehehe...I love reading ur posts..light-hearted (though something died =x) and the way u put things in words >.< u weave humour into them ^^. and who gave the name for the prawn..sounds.. er =x Anyway, ur dad made me rofl... lolz.. hehe but..ur mum threw a dead prawn in the pot? =s Got contamination ornot? >.<
I thought people cook prawn is cook dead prawn de? Unless is the zui xia in restaurants... eeeps. how to spel restaurant? Liddat correct ma?
Oh my... you poor girl.. it breaks my heart to hear that you spent 2 hours staring at 'Filka'...
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