Fishy Tales #FridayReflections


Well, for those of you who follow me regularly, you will know that I try to write on three different blogs on obviously three different subjects. Today I’ve decided to post my #FridayReflections  on my Granny Blog Nappy Tales and Me.

However, for those of you who aren’t into babies and nappies, I am reproducing the same post here.

Two Fishy Tales

Anna Shetty thought the boys needed to learn some responsibility. So she brought home a fish bowl with two fish. The two boys promptly named them Ginger and Goldie. They were goldfish naturally.

The older one looked at them with pride and reverence. They were HIS to look after and that made him very grown up.

Little Po with all the innocence of a two year old who only thought of his basic needs, looked at them with glee and pronounced happily ” FISH! EAT IT!”

Luckily they don’t have a cat else she’d have obliged.

Narrating this story to my friend Lilly who has reared three boys herself told me her own fishy story.

Hoping to instill some sense of responsibility ( naturally) into her three rowdies, her doctor husband brought home a fish tank with lots of little fish. After three days of diligent love and care , hubby dear conveniently left the task of cleaning the tank and feeding the fish to Lilly ( who herself is a busy, practicing doctor). Lilly found to her consternation that the fish were slowly diminishing. Could it be the cat? But it wasn’t.

So after a week of observing this phenomenon, she actually asked the boys where the fish were. The older one casually replied, ” Ask Stevie. He’s under the bed.”

Now more curious than ever, she glanced under the bed to find little Stevie watching the fish in fascination as it jumped around out of the water.

“What are you doing?” she asked raising her voice. “Why did you take the fish out of water?”

“To see him dance, mummy,” replied the little boy innocently, completely oblivious to the fish’s distress.

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I’m linking this with Sanch’s #FridayReflections

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A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters. When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking!

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9 Responses

  1. Funny. It sure was a ‘Fishy’ fishy tale with innocence at play.
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  2. I must have indirectly (through my mother) killed so many goldfish growing up! They were so common back then. You would get one in a little plastic baggie at a church carnival or other place. Then my Mom would try to take care of it in our little fishbowl. One fish, no lie, jumped out of its bowl, no doubt trying to escape. I still shudder to think of goldfish today, but I was so amused by the story of the little dancing fish – I could so see a child doing that, not knowing.
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  3. Ha, ha! Children can come up with hilarious thoughts. I hope the fish was okay after dancing?

  4. Esha says:

    Children can sometimes, unknowingly do things that look cruel to us adults. Curiosity is a great teacher, they say.

  5. Oh dear! I’m not sure who to feel sorry for! 😉

  6. Lata Sunil says:

    hehehe my sons will do exactly this.
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