futuristic fish

Been busy of late. But I, I, will radiate some of my invaluable time in this horrid macrocosm to bring some small cheer to your puny lives. Out my infinite knowledge I will chose an excellent subject to share with you...Eeny Meeny Miney Mo...Life. Yes, we will talk about "life" itself. Did you know that some forms of life (microorganisms, fungi, etc.) are actually made from extremely tiny bits of matter called Atoms. No kidding. Isn't that amazing! And did you also know that certain fish "breathe" oxygen while underwater! I was totally wowed when I read that. Ahem. Actually I had already highly suspected it, this just proved my preconceived theories.
We got a fish yesterday. It is our first pet( except for my dad's pet rock). It has very some very good characteristics; it doesn't shed, it doesn't eat much, it hasn't bitten my leg yet, but there is one problem; Well, it's only like two inches long, but you see how much water that thing takes. I mean that little tiny fish takes enough water to fill up a whole fish bowl or something! I voted we should just give it a teaspoon or two and after it drinks that then give it more. You know, to save on the water bill, but my family didn't think that would work.
For those of you who are wondering, its a "beta" fish, also known as "Siamese fighting fish", because if you put two males together they fight. Here is a picture of our fishy (I couldn't get a camera):

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(Please note. This is not exactly what the real fish looks like. This is the artist rendition.)

Here is a quote for the day: "Burglars do respect property, they just wish to have the property in their possession so that they can respect in more fully." I couldn't remember the exact quote, but this is pretty close.

Good-bye everybody and God bless you with fear of Himself.

The Children of Light

Part 3

Arkhay rubbed his scraped back when the stranger finally turned. He climbed back through the fence more carefully and ran down the ditch into the road. He wiped the sweat from his hands onto his shirt. Looking one last time down the road for the real Aggelos, he turned running towards the Main.
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The aching side, the sore feet, and burning legs. Arkhay was driven on with a horrific fear for the safety of mother. What lengths would this hateful man go to? Was he the terror that he looked? What has happened to good Aggelos? Was he slain…No, he couldn’t be… He just can’t be.
Nearing his home, Arkhay reached the ramparts. He almost slammed his fist down on the wooden door before he remembered that it would take all the longer to get inside. The antique gatekeeper could get rather upset when he got ruffled. Instead Arkhay gave a short rap on the door. For good measure he added “Hey, Olam, it is I, Arkhay.”
He listened for the gatehouse door to creek open, then the haggard footsteps that had grown so familiar. Presently he heard the squeaking of steps and the puffing of lungs when suddenly the little door above the gate opened as Olam peeked through “Had t’ make sure i’ were you.” As long as Arkhay could remember Olam had always done the same tedious routine. The steps were resumed down the rickety stairs when he finally removed the bar and opened the gate.
Arkhay quickly thrust himself through the door before their were any further “complications”. He then noticed that Olam’s customary frown was replaced with a bigger one.
“Did you see a black cloaked man come through here?” Arkhay hurriedly asked as he walked under the lintel.
The faded old man feebly pushed the door shut. “I seen him,” the white haired Olam replied.
“What did he say, where did he go?” Arkhay impatiently said.
Olam, stubbornly put the iron bar in the hooks to fasten the door before he said, “ Didn’t look wher’ he gone t’ and he didn’t say no word.” Exasperatedly stepping over a puddle Arkhay went up the steps of the huge stone tower, his home.