I just kind of wrote this randomly...from a fish's perspective, trying to be funny. Lots of puns, hopefully the kind that won't make you groan. :)
I live in an interesting place. It's nice, orange, small castle, good neighbors…a little fellow just moved in next to me, a real nice fish. Bit claustrophobic, though. Well, location, location, location - it applies for fish, too! You have the ocean – great view, lots of wide open space, but the area's high-crime, I've heard. Those sharks and predator fish are killing more of our youth every day. Then there's the pond – quiet, nice, elite-small-town life. You've got to have "the look" to get in there, though. Mostly those pretty little orange fish get in, and the occasional exotic. Not much to do there – most go into modeling. They do great with those fringed tails, big eyes, glimmering scales… ahhh. But back to the subject. There's always the lake – a bit cloudy, but good country life – you've just got to watch out for the smooth folks who stop by every now and then to try and feed you a line. Too many young, naïve country fish get drawn in by those tasty-looking promises, then before you know it – snap, they're hooked. But at least it's not like those poor carnival fish – they live in tiny cages, those plastic bags. Nothing but boredom and fear in that life – yep, both. You get jostled around a lot, and most fish sent up that way end up sleeping with the sewer alligators. Me, I live in a tank. The city. No, it's not a "fish tank" – hey, do you call your house a "human house?" City life has its drawbacks, but it can be pretty fun. Especially in a place like this. Hey, there's the human again…