A Spanish Tale

A friend of mine with a fun name to say, told me a great story last night, and as without me the internet and my memory would otherwise be deprived of said story I will spread the good word here and now.


So I (well he, but stories are better in the first person) was brushing my teeth getting ready for work while my mother was making me a tea in the kitchen. My one of four brothers, the only one who looks like me, was sharing the bathroom space also getting ready for work. Brushing away I am, and as I look down to do the traditional spit and wipe, what do I see before my eyes but something small and black wiggling its way up the drain pipe.

Low and behold it is a small black fish that has swam up the drain and now lays flopping in the base of my bathroom sink. In utter disgust I didnt know what else to do, but yell for mommy, which naturally spurns my brothers attention which warrants a "Holy Shit a fish; where did that come from?" My mother comes in the room, takes one look into the sink, nearly faints and says "Thats it were moving". She goes back to the kitchen comes back with the kettle which was intended for my tea and tells me to kill it.

Now I'm usually quite the lover of all creatures, where I would normally not hurt an helpless vertebrate, but cmon, the thing swam up my drain pipe was all black and grosse and looked like it had legs coming out of the side of its face; and were it not for its dependency on water would of most likely attacked me given a swim friendly environment. So of course, out of partial fear, confusion, and my mommy telling me so, I take the boiling kettle and pour the water over the fish; which proceeds to wiggle a little more than die.

Just then my yougest brother walks in the room, looks into the sink and screams; OSCAR, oh no, YOU KILLED OSCAR; YOU MURDERER: right in my face.

Turns out the day before my brother had been cleaning his black siamese fighting fish in the sink, lost control, and poor ole Oscar fell down the drain but got caught on whatever it is catches a fish in the drain. Thanks to the water from my brushing of teeth, Oscar was able to harness the strength and will power to swim up the drain and lay helpless ready for rescue in the basin. However, he looked so beaten up, that the legs coming out of his head were just those whiskery things that siamese fighting fish have, and his blackness was heightened from the sludge of the sink.

Poor Oscar is dead now and so to mourn his death, my mom took us all out for Fish and Chips tonight; it was yummy.


Thank you for that Francisco; this story and your name are indeed fun to say.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Thursday, June 30, 2005