Run Dory, Run

Last week, my Dad called while my Mom was here to inform us of some sad news.

DORY, our Beta Fish had run away from home.

That is very sad news. The girls really liked Dory. And even with all his quirks and emotional stuntedness, he was a good fish. Mom and Dad had only had him for a month when he bolted.

The phone conversation sounded a little like this:

Dad: The fish is missing
Mom: What?
(Yvonne in the background):What?
Dad: The fish isn't in his bowl. The bowl is on the kitchen counter, but he isn't in it.
Mom: That can't be. He's probably hiding behind the plastic tree.
(Yvonne in the background): He likes to hide. He's hiding.
Dad: Nope, he's gone. I can't find him.
Mom: Just look behind the tree, he's hiding from you.
(Yvonne in the background): Try feeding him. He'll come out.
Dad: Look, he's not there. I'm not an idiot. I can SEE that there is NO fish in the bowl.
Mom: Well, he HAS to be in the bowl....
(Yvonne in the background): He HAS to be in the bowl....he can't just get up and wa---
Dad: I'm telling you, the fish is GONE!
Mom: *gasp* Gone?
(Yvonne in the background):What?
Dad: Yup. I can't find him.
Mom: Did he fall down the drain?
(Yvonne in the background): He can't fit down the drain! He's huge!
Dad: I guess he jumped out and went down the drain.
Mom: Awww....could he jump that far?
(Yvonne in the background): *laughin* This is ridiculous! How can you lose a fish?
Dad: Well, he must have, because he's gone now.
Mom: Oh my, well, that IS sad news.
(Yvonne in the background): *laughing more now* DAD! I knew you weren't good with animals...but....


When I told Jason about it:

Jason: Maybe your Dad ate it. Maybe it jumped out of the bowl, onto a plate, and your Dad accidentally ate it.
Yvonne: Well, that's stupid. I think he would KNOW if he just ate a fish....
Jason: Well remember, he just managed to just lose a fish. You just never know......

Jason thinks that if the fish jumped out (and we're convinced he wouldn't fit down the drain) he's probably laying in a plant on the counter somewhere, and soon the smell will give him away. Until then, I'm holding onto hope!