Fish Fish Fish

A Fish Tale

Being a part of a singles ward provides a lot of opportunities to go make new friends, be social, and go to a carnival.

This carnival was pretty fun! I was a little surprised, not going to lie. There was the usual eat-a-donut-off-a-string game, cake walk, photo booth, basketball game, and ring toss. 

Jess and Annie decided to try their luck on the ring toss. Sure enough, they both put a ring on the coke bottle. To reward these two giddy girls, they were able to go "fishing" for a gold fish. Annie went first and fished a beautiful little fish. As Jessica approached the fishing pond (kiddie pool), she fished out three fish! That lucky duck! *ugh, I am so terrible at being funny*

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Pretend that there are four fish. Count it, 4.
We named them Jean Val Jean, Rosalind, Christofferson, and Justin. :)

These poor fish. When they saw them, I sure they were thinking something along the lines of...

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DARLA!

These poor fish. What did we do? Well duh, of course we took them home. Only problem was, the carnival just started. We had a few more hours and they were just in the plastic little baggies. We still had to party!

After a few hours of doing the carnival thing, the DJ started pumping up the music. Jess and Annie went to check on the fish and realized that one of the bags had fallen over and the water was almost gone. Great. Now we have floppy fish. Quickly, Annie and Jess grab an empty water bottle and pour the rest of the water from the bag into this water bottle. The only problem was, two of the fish were just a smidge bit to big to put into water bottle. Yes, they squeezed the poor fish inside. These poor guys were already traumatized before they even made it home.

After a full night of dancing, we head home. Jess, being the "motherly" figure that she is, puts the fish into a tupperware container. Then she tested the tap water to make sure it was room temperature and placed the fish in it. We had no fish food or fish bowl, so they'd have to survive until the following day until we could get to Walmart. 

The next day, Jess and I get up, make breakfast, and take a look at the fish. We noticed that one of them....was floating. Sad day. We had to say goodbye to dear old Christofferson. Jess and I left to go to a service project only to come back to three more dead fish.

It's safe to say that we will never be fish owners again.

Peace and Blessings,
Mads