king oskar sardiner

A Brisling (King Oscar sardines) I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for supper Headless and nicely packed, except for one that had a head and was alive. I put the live one in a glass jar; the others looked so dead I could not eat them, put the tin back into the fridge My little King Oscar sardine grew and was too big for a jar, I had fed it bread crumbs, real home baked with butter. Suddenly, there were many cats in the yard the adventurous cats tried to find an open window I took my sardine to an empty lake. the lake had once been full of bluegill, but overfished to extinction, I sat my sardine free to feed on rotten vegetations I don't know how fish procreate, but soon there were too many of them, a school of silvery beings swimming around except for one going the opposite way Bonanza! Grilled sardines and red wine, people rejoiced, thought this was going to last forever until there were non except for my sardine, now so big it scared cats when it saw me, it was so happy, jumped out of the water caught by a passing eagle Empty lake, a dead eye in the wilderness, tells no story