Last night, as I was baking chocolate chip cookies, our resident goldfish Cutie was entertaining me with ecstatic leaps and jumps. At first, I was amused. Then, I became worried. Cutie's leaps got progressively higher and the splashes of water around his bowl became bigger. As the baking progressed, his antics grew more and more daring. When I was finally finished with the baking, I went to bed, leaving the cookies on the kitchen counter opposite from Cutie's bowl so they wouldn't be splashed by smelly goldfish water.
This morning, I came down to find a note from Aunt Suzanne, who was staying with us. The note read: "You know the expressions- it's to die for, killer chocolate, and death by chocolate? Well, we now know they are not idle words. In his quest to satisfy his chocolate cravings and soothe the chocolate chip frenzy, Cutie leaped from his bowl, landed more than halfway across the floor, falling short of his objection and never looked back. Your cookies were both figuratively and literally to die for."
Yes, apparently the early riser in the house found poor Cutie on the floor, a fish out of water, victim of a rumored death by chocolate. RIP little Cutie.
Personally, I think he was just trying to compete with Mary's beautiful leaping at her first ballet recital yesterday. That story and snapshots are forthcoming...
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