There once was a man named Mort. Mort had a goldfish, he named his goldfish Love. Mort found Love in a pond called Destiny. Though he had had many goldfish before Love something about this one sparkled.
So Mort picked Love out of Destiny, got it a bowl and kept it in his home next to his bed. Mort fed and nurtured Love every day and the longer Mort did this, the bigger the fish grew. Eventually Love grew to be so big that Mort needed to find a bigger tank. The more Mort’s goldfish grew the more time and effort he needed to put in to sustain the goldfish’s very existence.
Mort’s life began to get very busy. He had work and school and a million other distractions. Every so often Mort would forget to feed his goldfish, but Love understood and when Mort apologized and gave the fish even more food than usual the fish forgave Mort.
One day the goldfish was in a very angry mood because Mort had forgotten to feed Love again, and bit Mort’s hand while he was feeding it extra to make up for the lost day. Mort got very angry and didn’t feed Love for a week. In fact Mort avoided the room with the tank all together. Eventually Mort felt bad about neglecting Love and he went to Love’s room to apologize.
When Mort entered he saw that Love was floating dead in the tank. Mort was beside himself, he didn’t want to live a single day with Love not apart of his life anymore. So Mort buttered up a pan, got his seasoning salts ready, and ate Love for dinner. “This way” Mort thought “Love will be apart of me forever and ever.”
The End
Find the moral…I dare you lol
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