This is…Fish!
He turns the cold knob clockwise moving it the length of approximately ten minutes – from twelve to two – before the door opens and he enters into his home. There greeted by a rush of warm air and a partial view of the living-room his gaze falls on the aquarium which can be seen in its entirety occupying a corner of the mentioned living-room. In the aquarium he can see a dozen of colorful little fish swimming to-and-fro. In it he also sees a tedious chore, a bi-weekly cleaning and daily feeding which apparently only he is qualified to do. Never once during the year-long presence of the aquarium did anyone, not the wife nor the kids, clean it or feed the fish. Looking at it, he is reminded that tomorrow is Saturday and while he was hoping to relax, to enjoy his time away from a decent but ultimately uninteresting job, he would have to commit some of his precious time-off to the cleaning of the aquarium. The thought of it made him cringe. He wished it gone, wished it would simply disappear.
Meanwhile in another part of town a man enters through the main doors of his apartment building. He waits for the elevator to arrive and after entering pushes the button marked with the number eight. He waits until the elevator stops and then exits following the hallway going right. He arrives at a door marked eight-hundred and four.
He turns the knob clockwise and then smiling to himself reaches into his coat-pocket for his keys. He selects the appropriate key and proceeds to push it into the lock found immediately above the knob. He unlocks the door without much fuss but with some jingling and jangling of course. He then turns the knob and opens the door through which he enters his apartment. There while shutting the door behind him, he, using his feet, takes off both of his shoes. Once the door is closed he turns his gaze towards his living room of which he has a complete view. In a corner of the mentioned living room he sees an aquarium. In the aquarium he sees a single goldfish and a smile appears on his face.
“Hi, Fred!” the man exclaims as he walks over to the fish. He bends over so that his head is leveled with the aquarium, only not too close because he doesn’t want to frighten the fish. “Tomorrow is Saturday buddy. Now I know how much you hate it when I move you around but we need to keep your place clean and this is the only way. I’ll try to make it as smooth as possible but you do know that I will have to fish you out of there for some time. So get ready. I have to go change now; see you soon.” said the man. He then walks out of the living room and goes on about his life.
