Fishy story II
Okay now for the second part of the story.
No one knows the name of the fish isn't it? It's been given a name. " Ace " was the name. The object that he got hold off is none other than.... I bet you are definitely yearning to know what is it right?
A hook that is. It was a "live" one though. Ace dragged the hook slowly back to his house, they both did make it back there. Left it on the bulk of objects. But he looked upon the hook, " it is so BIG!! I cannot simply put it into the net holding all my other precious findings.". He paced up and down with his eyes still fixed on the hook, with almost 100% concentration, thinking of a method to keep that hook.
After a few laps, he saw the hook suddenly moved on its own. Without time to react, the hook took its liberty to leave. But it didn't leave by the door, it was lifted upwards. The hook had accidentally hooked onto the net of memories, lifting it out of Ace's house too. It tore up the ceiling of the house leaving nothing but debris and mess all around.
The ceiling collapsed onto the dazed fish. Still unsure of what happened and being trapped under the stones, he was left stunned and injured under it.
Although all might have happen, Ace picked himself slowly. Days passed, he decided that this hobby of his will slowly be wiped clean from his mind, because it hurts.
