Mister Yellow Goes to Town
One cream-coloured Wednesday, Mister Yellow went to town. He wore a coat, he wore a top-hat; and what’s more, he wore a frown. For earlier that morning his goldfish, Ben, had died.
The funeral was brief, but solemn. Mister Yellow said a few words, then kazoo-ed as Ben was flushed away. The last bars of An Ode to My Goldfish were drowned out by the rush of water. And then Mister Yellow had gotten ready, for needed to go to town.
The sky was full of clouds that day, and the sun had stained them orange. Mister Yellow frowned, and his car trundled through the falling autumn leaves. He wasn’t normally one to dilly-dally, but today he felt he’d rather take his time.
He wasn’t sad, as such. “Concerned” was more the word. Mister Yellow had never had another goldfish, and he wasn’t sure what to do. Was it appropriate to replace Ben that very afternoon? He’d be passing by the pet shop, and might not get another chance until the following Tuesday. Should he name it Ben II? Or perhaps find a hampster instead?
Mister Yellow was lost in thought until he realised he was running rather late for town. He straightened up his top-hat, and sped through several yellow lights. He indicated left, then right, and screeched to a halt in front of a rotund little parking officer whose fluro yellow vest barely fit around his tummy. The officer barely noticed - he was busy with a crossword.
Mister Yellow strode into the nearest building. He straightened up his top-hat, and then got straight to work. Put in perspective, things were going swimmingly that day.
The End (or “fin” if you will).
The moral or the story being, top-hats fix everything.
Seventeen
Sorry to be a bother, but could you ask if Mister Yellow has the score to “Ode to My Goldfish”? I don’t know of anybody else who has it, and I’m surely not clever enough to figure it out myself. My humble thankyous!
August 2nd, 2007 at 13:52
Noi
I wonder though: Can females where top-hats and everything for her will be fixed?
I like how it ended with “fin”. It tied everything together.
August 4th, 2007 at 09:36
Alice Albert
Seventeen, Mister Yellow sends his apologies. An Ode to My Goldfish is one of many songs Yellow children are taught to play by their parents, though not one has ever learnt to write it down.
Noi, top-hats are rather unconditional objects. They’re willing to fix everything regardless of the gender of the wearer.
August 6th, 2007 at 20:48
Vickie
I like how it ends with “fin”, too. Other than that, I haven’t really got much to say. I don’t understand goldfish as pets. They don’t even respond to their names (even though they most likely only associated their names with treats). Hmm, a little off topic.
August 7th, 2007 at 18:08