Prehistoricly Good Looking!

Today is Friday and I actually remembered so I thought I would post a fun fiction today. I hope you enjoy. Friday Fiction is being hosted by Catrina . Go to her blog and enjoy some really great fiction!


Someone dares look at me through the finger-smudged glass? I poke my head up and with my most unattached, “I don’t care” attitude, I stare the culprit down. It doesn’t seem to phase him, though, and I lose interest.

I guess I’ll try again. Maybe this time, the face peering down at me from the top of the tank, will take the hint and go away. Oh! Fast movement. Phew. I plopped back into the water. It scared me. Water in the eyes. Just hate water in the eyes.

Oooh, it’s a she although not the same she that feeds me. I’m getting awful hungry, by the way. Maybe if I crawl up here on this rock I’ll get something tossed to me.

Again I wait. I don’t know what she’s doing. The face keeps staring at me and then she moves her hand up and down and across a white, flat, rock type thing and then looks at me again. Can’t she see hunger in my beautiful, brown, beady eyes? Just a little pellet, that’s all I ask.

Maybe if I flaunt this glorious body a little, swim around a bit. Or… I could stick my head inside myself, that’s always good for a few laughs. I’m thinking I’ve seen this person before. She looks like the girl that owns me, yet is older, fatter, and grayer. Well, if she can read my thoughts, I’ll never get any food.

Now that was just plain meanness! My owner poured water on me. Who does she think she is anyway? I hate that. Grrr… I tried to hide but I can’t. Instead, the Peeper can see me all the better as I crawl along the bottom of the tank. I think that was the plan, actually.

Ooooh, kind of ugly she truly is, the peeping intruder. If I stretch my neck up just so, I can get a good peek. Bluck. Just not worth the effort. Food! Food is coming my way. Guess she felt bad that I got drenched with cold water. Must act disinterested, though. Steady… steady… Gulp – there’s one. Yummy, yummy food! I see her looking at me. It must be my long neck – I take great pride in this neck. It is just so ummm… prehistoric. Oh happy day! Four pellets!

Time to crawl onto my favorite rock and dry myself a bit. Nothing like a good rest after supper. I’ll lay here and keep my webbed feet and sharp claws dipped ever so daintily into the water. Ahh, this is the life.

She tapped the glass. That’s really rather rude. Oh well, I’ll give her a show. One big jump and I’ll plop into the water; maybe even splash some murky goodness on her. Sure wish I knew what she was doing. She has some silly long stick in her hand and brushing it along that white thing.

I hear muffled words, something about writing a short story about me? I’m going to be the main character? Maybe she’ll make me a super-hero or better yet, put me in a steamy love story. I’ve been ever so lonely in here by myself. A good love story would be just what the vet ordered!

Maybe if I bat my eyes and wiggle my tail she’ll get more inspiration. Oh, she looked away. I’ll try my dog paddle. That’ll get her. No! Don’t go away. I’ve only just begun. Hmmm… I wonder if she’ll read it to me when she’s done. She didn’t even ask me my name. Not one question did she ask me. A Red-Eared Slider I am and proud of it! The best pet a family could ever have. That’s what she should write about. The best pet ever! Yes!