blue

Every year we go to our Stake Pioneer activity to celebrate our spiritual ancestors and the sacrifices they made for our religion. The evening is full of food, music, and games for the children. The most popular game is the one where you can win a little fish as the prize. Crazy long line.
And I hate it.
Because...every year they die in just a matter of days. One year it didn't last through the weekend, so we had to flush them down the toilet and that was pretty traumatic for the girls and this year, well...lets start from the beginning...

When Darren won his fish he quickly walked over to Tim with much pride and satisfaction in face of his new "toy". Tim's first reaction, "That fish won't last until we make it home." Aaannddd.... "Blue", as Darren named him, didn't even make it to the car.

He had no chance. He was swung happily, whipped around with glee, and finally stuffed enthusiastically into a carseat cup holder for the ride home. Except "Blue" probably doesn't remember that last part because he swam toward the light before that point...