10 o' clock in the evening and the darkness was beginning to creep in. There was a stagnant feeling the room, smelling of death. Foretelling the impending doom that was sure to come upon us all.
Enter Neil.
He's a tough Tiger Barb. Got a little bit of a past. Some have referred to him as a homicidal maniac. We all believed that he did commit the heinous Cainal crime, but nobody was willing to confirm. I found his brother, Stan, belly up in his fish bowl last week, with Neil swimming ever-so innocently by the marbles. So of course, all fingers pointed to Neil as the killer. Until last night.
After a session of ear candling, I walked over to say hello to Neil and read another chapter from Dostoyevsky and realized he was lifeless. Like a stiff board, he was floating at the bottom of the bowl, hanging on for his life. His mouth moved every ten seconds, the only sign of life I saw coming from him. I knew drastic measures needed to be taken and it was now or never. After a sweaty bike ride with empty bottles in tow, I filled up the his newly clensed bowl with fresh spring water. We watched, for what seemed like hours until (5 seconds later) his tail began to flip around. He began to swim freely throughout the bowl. Neil was ALIVE! I witnessed new life being breathed into him, via clean Culligan. This was the closest I've ever come to seeing anyone bounce back after being on the brink of death. It was inspiring.
Neil is a fighter. If you want something bad enough, you will put on the show to be noticed. I'm pretty sure he has ulterior motives. Something along the lines of "taking over the world".
Good luck to you Neil, and godspeed.
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