Poor Ezra
by EAG, Room 207
“Mom, can you pass the saltshaker?” I asked, trying to balance on my skates.
“Sure, but what are you doing?”
“Trying to get better at skating, so that when I grow up I can work part time at Sonic.” When she handed me the saltshaker, I started to skate around the house carrying a few other light objects, pretending to carry a tray of food. I was doing very well until I slipped.
I don’t know what I slipped on, all I know is that I slipped, and rammed into a table where my fish was. It seemed like it was just a tiny mistake, but all of a sudden, crash!
When I tried to get up, I kicked the table on accident, then fell again. The fish bowl slid straight off the table and broke into a lot of tiny pieces. “No!” I yelled and I crawled to the fishbowl as fast as I could. “Mom, get water in a bucket and fast! Grandma, get the broom and the dustpan. Grandpa, watch Ezra! I will help grandma and mom.’ I was so worried about our fish, Ezra, that I didn’t even think.
When I came back, I felt so upset because Ezra was dead. “Oh no, why? Why did it have to be me? Heh, heh, he!” I sobbed.
“Elizabeth, you know what we have to do.”
“Um, bury him?” I said, starting to cheer up.
“No, we have to flush him.”
“Mom, you flushed Sparky without telling me; you can not flush Ezra!” I shouted, trying to hold back my tears.
“Elizabeth, you know we have to flush Ezra and you cannot den-“
“No, there’s different ways to handle a dead fish than to fl-“
“We are flushing Ezra and that’s final!”
“Mom, will you listen to me! We can bury Ezra in the back yard, just put him in a box!”
“If we bury in the backyard, he will be there even if we move. Now if we flush him-”
“He will be with us forever.”
“Exactly, dear. So are you going to flush him or not?”
“Okay, let’s go,” I sniffed. There I was standing over the toilet. My tears were dripping in the toilet, as I bent over the toilet looking at Ezra, my dead fish.
“Honey, say goodbye to Ezra.”
“Bye, Ezra, see you in the other world.” Flush! The water in the toilet swirled, then went down the hole taking Ezra with it. “Mom, Ezra’s gone, when will we get a new fish?”
“In time, dear, in time.” My mom sighed, shaking her head up and down.
