Koi Fish

Nice day!

Today, I will talk about my family’s new Koi fishes. Don’t ask me why I want to vent about them. It’s merely because these dudes, for the whole moment, are literally our big deal.

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Ok, now I am ready to open my gateway. Please, let’s jump into and do not stick up your ass to the informative authenticity of the fish origin below for the fact that I am not a fish fan. Therefore, I convince you just chill and enjoy the gossip.

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• Excuse me! Lady, are you there?

That is the first sound my sister heard from the entrance, also the initial domino tag fell down from the chain.

It began 2 months ago. One day, a woman driving her old car stopped in front of our entrance. She knocked and showed that she wants to get in, then my sister opened the gate the way she all did with my mother’s guests. My mother is a traditional tailor, who just tails the Ao Dai which is the custom dress of my country, Vietnam. That’s why several in and out of my house each day is just very neutral stuff, and the woman’s appearance is not an oddity. But on that day, she came without the aim to make a new Ao Dai or same, she just left us a black package and told us that it was her gift and laid out the offer that hoped we adopt her fishes, and we do so.

Turns out, we now have these goofs in the very small pool which was made for our tiny fish.

To introduce these dudes, I imprimis properly confess that they are hella look-shinning and beautiful in the pool while streaming under the foliage of water lilies. Koi fish is one of the most expensive fish because of their beauty and the abroad origin (from Japan or China, google for more information). However, these fishes have a bit cheaper, exactly cost one-per-ten as the one-per-ten size of them. They root from Vietnam, so that easy to get why they absolutely have a smaller size than the original Koi fishes, but cost higher than some other fish types, I guessed.

We, I mean me and my family, love fish, but do not gamble them, so I never think one day I had to sit in front of the laptop just to search for fish information. Then just quit the unnecessaries or incorrectness if there is wrong information. It’s up to you.

The strange woman gave us a total of 9 fish with various outlooks, but I never see the 3 left ones. The biggest fish has a full orange color without shimmer, I guess he’s imitated from Ogon, the biggest REAL Koi, and has a smaller one who literally similar. They are two first impressions with anyone in the first looking down the pool. Honestly, I saw them not different from my tiny orange fish, of course except for the size, while they look much different from Ogon. The Ogon has the prettier and shimmer look, but these two just have orange, bigger and friendlier than the other ones within the pool. Another one I frequently see is the orange-turning-red fish, he has a gorgeous color and it also shimmers. He literally looks the same as Ogon, yet just reaches one per twelve of Ogon’s weight.

I once saw a black one who has both red-orange edges, with his little sibling that has the same look but lighter orange and tinier, and a bigger one who looks like a double piece of the smallest in this triage. The biggest has a part of a very red fishtail. This fishtail is the only way to help us realize him because his full black body seems diving mostly into the dark of beneath water, even though the pool is hella shallow. I guess they were imitated from Hikari Utsuri species but uglier look and dumper mind, for real.

The next is another pair of fishes which have the same color but are dissimilar the size, too. I literally can put in that woman’s shoes at the moment she dug her feet in front of the aquariums of the fish shop, and notably impressed in some kind of stable Koi but also want to have the various sizes. Ok switching back to my fish pool right now, I catch the eyes of these dumpers so well because they seem bolder than their sisters (or brothers). They have white and red-orange in their body, and their look the same as Utsuri or Kohaku Koi fish, but I noticed the smaller one has a light green color on the left side of its fish tail. It makes them more special - a fish with a green tail. I, anew, dive into that are women feel when seeing this fish. Depending on the love-fish spirit, I think her mind had punched a pretty smack on her cheek and forced her to own this fuckin lovely fish as soon as possible.

All above are the eight fishes I already saw at least one, there has only one left that I never had a chance to see but heard from my parents. He altogether dresses in 3 different colors white, red, and black. Mom said he is special. It could be because the colors are messed up, not along a line as the second triage, or have a particular thing at the tail, they alternatively just mix and match on his body without any rule. Another impressive one is his red arc. It’s as big as a shirt button, not too big with others but extremely tremendous with his own body. It seems he is carrying a sun on his back. I usually joke that he is definitely an Aurora, which is innuendo that I never picture him because sleeping over the riser. He is the only one that has no group, alone and a sweet-deposition fish, or also could say that he is a coward fish. He has his own world and spends all his time hiding under the leaves. I think he is an introvert, a secret guy. I am literally pretty interested in him.

In summary, I cannot find enough information about these counterfeits, so just imagine based on my description, if not, just ignore it because their look is not the vedette of this show.

• Is she your friend or your guest?

• No, I ain’t know who she is.

I once asked mom when knowing this weird story from my lil sister and received the answer that even makes being weirder. Why the woman gave us her fish, and whether she wanted to clean her aquarium for adopting her new real Koi fish or even some Dragon fish which expensive and shimmer, is our question. It was always flying around our minds as food nostalgia when starving, and we finally find the answer not long after.

Our family lives in a small house with a small yard, so there is no doubt if we just have a baby pool for fish because we also merely adopted the very tiny fishes to live idyllic until one unpretty day, these big dumpers came and encroached their territory.

On some initial days, dad put them into the same pool without counting the corollary. To be honest, it’s not tough to get why he did not imagine the fight between them, because there originally has a suckermouth catfish who was adopted a long while ago. He has a dark and ugly look with his sticky mouth on the tank wall. Despite of giant physical condition, he all lives in peace with the hobbits, and that would never be our deal when growing giant and hobbit in the same pool.

However, in a very conversely case, when these fuckin prettily gayest giants came, they didn’t have the same good treatment as the ugly giant. They really don’t have any ‘fishality’, of course except Aurora because I never saw his suck behavior or could say I have not ever snapped his appearance to impeach with his rest eight siblings, and because I dive into him, it might have a bit favoritism.

As folks all said that ‘do not judge people by their cover’.

Some hobbits were killed by the giants because these thots were really rude when unstoppably goring hobbits. Sometimes, I saw them flip a hobbit up and down like their own most exciting game. You should know that these thots just mostly stream under the surface, in barely a moment they poke their head up to cluster the air. They easily become heart-chicken and immediately hide under the water lilies spot whenever seeing humans come. However, the addiction while playing a hobbit can make them forget or even ignore the human’s advent. I even once saw they were catching and throwing these poor fishes like a Dolphin playing with his ball. I used to think these thots could be good volleyball players after watching how they slayed their time by the hobbit. And just after a night, a lot of hobbit’s bodies drifted on the surface. For some very few fortunate times, we did save them against these brutal fishes, but most time we did not. Owning to the fact that they had just altered the time for setting their torture party into the night, the time for human's sleeping. Should I say sorry to them for cursing they are as the goofs whilst the truth’s that they are surely crafty fishes?

Not only that, they even rob the feed from the hobbit. My dad switched into a bad mood no long after, from the first paradise when seeing these gayest fishes in the pool. He is not likely a greasy man. He is gritty and taciturn outside but miraculously warm and idyllic inside. He does hard with his own business and loves animals, fish is one of them. He all spent his afternoon cleaning and looking after the pool. He loves the giants’ beauty, but he also loves his tiny fishes, the ones he used a lot of time to care for. So that’s absolutely a horn in his heart after seeing the fish fighting and dying at each break of dawn. After all, no father wants to see his children fight each other.

For not touching my dad’s heart, these rude giants cannot keep a sense of peace to living together with the hobbits, and the bullied fishes always are hobbits. The war was unfinished and my dad’s babies getting fewer and fewer day by day. It’s hurt and we feel like having got a trick and we totally got a whole of dido. That’s why we finally decided to dehisce them. Now the wall appears and divides the pool into 2 pieces: left for hobbits and right for giants. That’s such a great idea at that moment.

However, the nightmares keep occurring and the author completely is from the tribe of these fuckin gayest dump giants. These dudes always know how to bother us. I just said that my house is so tiny, and the yard with those fish pools is in front of my house, everything that happened could catch by our ear, no need to switch it on but still subtly hear so well. Once again, I also once said that these fuckin dudes completely altered their party into the night. Yeah, and that is a hundred percent our bother. Because of distancing from the hobbit, they started playing a new jam with more noise.

Stack, stack

A high ebullience twist in the air before falling back into the water. Once again, a higher jumping followed by a nice switch. What a jubilation!

From the expert volleyball players turn into professional divers with ethereal acrobatic skills, at night. How talented! I’m touched =.)) Should I be proud of my fish?

Sitting alone in a dark because of sleeplessness, I literally did not know what I should do with them right now. The tears were streaming on my cheeks. I’m speechless. What the heck happened with those dumpers? Streaming silently and gently all the daytime, and turning crazy after 22 hours p.m. I was not able to get why? I feed them fish feed, not weed, but they still act like a psycho drugged by splitting up a dozen packs of cannabis.

I don’t like dishes relating to fish, but at that moment I actually thought many things about the fried fish and the sour soup made by my mom. Another imagination that how about if they twisted out of the pool. I am sorry but I have to say that I had had a ton of cruel thinking to kick those fishes out of my life.

And the corollary for that stupid party not only coming to us but coming to the hobbit’s place. These fuckin giants finally twisted out of their pool. However, unlikely what I dreamed up, they mostly landed down the hobbit’s pool, and keep playing with these poor tiny fishes’ life. That’s a jerk! Their torture party in the very new land seems to make them more exciting than usual, that’s why after a night, over 10 hobbits laid their bodies on the surface, why those murders just turned back to their pool when aurora came and jogged on chilling under the leaves. I was shocked when pictured it. It even occurred on the first day being an early riser with a cup of joe to ready enjoy the dawn, and my mood went down for a whole day.

To against that bad event switching back, on that day, we would put a lot of pots on the top of boundary walls. And yeah, God blessed the hobbit, that torture party being done after then, no hobbit was killed anymore. That’s extremely glamorous news for them.

Nevertheless, our nightmares are unfinished. The divers are ongoing with their business hard-working, each night. And their fresh current entertainment game is messing up the mud, and dad’s pretty pool now looks so dirty because of these thots.

I do not what I and my family should do with the crafty fishes, because they never left us alone, and these fiddle-de-dee dumpers surely fight with the world without any hesitation.

That’s such karma.

I think my vent better finish right now due to too long kinda stuff.

Many thanks to everyone who keep patient joining in my gossip at the last moment.

Have a nice day.

Themeremeg.