So anyways, it was an average do-nothing day and Joe Fish was waltzing through the crystal clear, 5 gallon tank, reminiscing about his days in Petsmart. His habitat included a rock with a skull in it, fake plants, and a treasure chest. As you can imagine, Joe Fish kept busy.
Unfortunately, today was not Joe Fish's day.
Joe Fish was different. His eyes were not dilating; he could no longer swim in a straight line - in fact, he frequently swam upside down. We were concerned. We missed the old Joe Fish; we were, however, entertained by Joe Fish's new antics. It was as though he were inebriated. He twisted and turned, barrel-rolled and flipped. He may have been dieing, but at least he was having a good time.
Joe Fish's story is a good lesson for us all. His chips were down, his elevator wasn't stopping at the top floor, and his senses of direction and balance were completely down the toilet. Did he give up? No! He twisted, turned, barrel-rolled and flipped: he only tried harder.
And by the end of the day, Joe Fish was dead. Much lamenting and mourning followed. Joe Fish, we miss you, and may God rest your soul.