Down the Toilet

Let me tell you a little story about a boy named Gordy. One day, Gordy skipped lunch. By dinner time, his mother knew he might be extra hungry, so she provided him with a few extra of the goods. Even though Gordy was so full, there was still some food left in his bowl and he could not resist. When his mother checked on Gordy the next morning, he was not sick, but in fact dead. Cause of death: eating himself to the grave.
Story two: After the loss of his brother Gordy, Shri was taking the news pretty hard. Luckily, Shri had his other brother, M.P. who would never leave his side. They were close in looks, attitudes and understanding. In fact, you could hardly tell them apart. Shri and M.P. had been inseparable for quite some time and had made it through some horrific events in their lives. This was not the first death they would help each other get through. Unfortunately, Shri was past the point of help. One day, Shri grew upset with M.P. With the emotional trauma of losing Gordy, Shri was not in his best mental state. Shri had hit his limit and pushed M.P. off a huge rock. M.P. was caught between the rock and a wall with no way to escape. Shri left, only to leave his dear brother M.P. to die.

This stories are terrible to tell and hear, but must be told. These are indeed true stories that hit very close to home. I was their mother. Yes, I was in the middle of all this. I could have prevented it. I could have been there more often. I could have listened better. Now, I am only left with one murderous shrimp to call my own. What has this world come to? I do take full responsibility for the deaths that have come and promise not to go to Wal-Mart to purchase any more living things that would come to the same fate as the late Gordy Goldfish and M.P. Shrimp.
To the boys flushed down the toilet I say this: Rest In Peace.
And, as you can see....This is why I am not an animal person.