By some peculiarity, a feeder goldfish had miraculously gained enough cognizance to know his doomed existence was only to die in the stomach of a bigger, ravenous fish.
He shuddered each time the fish net scooped his fellow fish inmates out of the gulag fish tank knowing he could be next.
When he peered out of the glass enclosure, he envied the purebred angelfish in the next tank. He wondered why he couldn’t have had a privileged life like them.
One day after he barely dodged the death net, he realized inexplicably he had developed telepathic powers, perhaps the shock of his escape jumpstarted the paranormal ability.
He spied a sensitive named Bob Boyd looking at the angelfish and sent him a telepathic SOS.
The sensitive couldn’t tell the feeder goldfish had preternaturally sent him the SOS because the mind to mind transmission was weak, but he felt an irresistible compulsion to walk over to the gulag tank.
He looked at the assorted sixty plus feeder goldfish swimming and frolicking in the tank oblivious to their impending fates.
Then for reasons unclear to him one of the feeder fish caught his attention who was still sending him telepathic pleas for help.
Though he had planned on buying a fancy angelfish that day, he bought the feeder goldfish instead and brought him home and put him in a tank he had bought to house an angelfish in.
And the feeder goldfish lived the high life in a brand spanking new 50 gallon aquarium estate
with soothing bubbling water, stunning coral substrate, a fish cave, radiant aqua plants, and bathed in illuminating aquarium lights that made his new home an underwater paradise.
He was fed fish food that was like gourmet fish food prepared by a five star chef instead of the fish food gruel he was sparingly fed when he was just a doomed feeder goldfish.
His telepathic ability waned after the rescue, but he didn’t care.
Mission accomplished, his life spared and an upscale dream life.
Bob Boyd