As every nation builder knows, motives are often misunderstood, and what was meant as kindness is often treated with suspicion. Take, for example, my Cuban-American goldfish Juan. There he was, imprisoned, oppressed and half-starved, swimming disconsolately around the glazed confines of his tiny bowl each day without hope of reprieve. So I decided to build him a beautiful indoor kite from balsa wood and shiny colored paper, and then installed a small oscillating fan to provide enough wafty breeze to keep the kite fluttering high o'er Juan's watery home. That will cheer him up, I thought. Everyone loves flying a kite. But I was wrong. Apparently Juan was convinced that the kite was some sort of dangerous airborne version of a fishing lure and ignored it completely. Stupid, ignorant, bug-eyed fish; that's the last time I spend my entire President's Day holiday making entertainments for him.
perhaps Juan fancies himself an artist and disdains your endeavor as too derivative
Posted by: Mia Wolff | February 21, 2008 at 07:57
Thanks for your incitement to laughter.
Cheers
Posted by: Robert Reis | March 06, 2008 at 23:46