18. Mai 2007 at 22:21 (English, Spezifisch)

The pretty little story of the goldfish Goldie who lived in a nice little 500-liter-tank next to the cornerstore of an old Chinese man who had been trading illegal Sushi for the illegal Japanese workers in town via Nowgorod, Saint-Petersburg, and Kowloon, and who used to hide the contraband inside Goldies tank every time after weary time before he finally got caught; this story of Goldie who decided that an ugly old tank would not suit his golden future dreams and of the very same Goldie who began starting to preparing to going outside, stepping into the unknown, exploring the next valley and the great, green forests, the fluffy clouds and the little sparkling stars, is pretty short.

To be quite frank, he didn’t die of suffocation, he wasn’t overrun by a car, not eaten by any beast, he survived the greenhouse-effect without any complaint or the faintest sign of indisposition, nor did he end up as Sushi. Also, Goldie didn’t die in the forest, not in the valley nor in the clouds and most prominently not in the little, sparkling stars. However, he died. Heart attack. It looks as if it spared him many potential complications.

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