Tusk Seems Grumpy

Tusk Seems Grumpy
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Yes, Tusk seems uncharacteristically, unduly, unacceptably, unbecomingly, un-Tusk-ly grumpy this afternoon. And, for the life of me, I am not quite sure why.

After all, I fed him his standard daily ration of 13 full ounces of flaked tropical fish food with all of the recommended essential nutrients and balanced minerals just over an hour ago. I had cleaned the entire glass of his fishbowl only yesterday, buffing it to a glistening clarity. And his water was completed changed out for fresh room temperature pH-balanced de-ionized non-fluoridated H2O on Tuesday, just as it is every 3 weeks, like clockwork.

So what in the world is this particular piscine pouter’s problem?

Could it be that he is no longer fond of the reruns of Flipper and Spongebob and 50,000 Leagues Under the Sea and Run Silent, Run Deep and Love Boat and Titanic and Sea Hunt that I have regularly run for his benefit, on the flat-screen looming over his bowl? Should I instead switch over to cable news? Or to Westerns? Or to soaps? Or to NFL Monday Night Football? Or to reality shows? Could a creature with no legs and a minimal exposure to rhythm or syncopation really appreciate Dancing With the Has-Been Sitcom Stars Newly Released from Rehab?

Perhaps Tusk is just upset with the new tablecloth upon which he resides. I realize that we had both long enjoyed the previous fringed oilcloth with the psychedelically-hued scene of the Grateful Dead hanging drunkenly out the windows of a tie-dyed tour bus. But I felt that particular element of den décor was finally and definitely outré. Our abode required a calmer, more zen-like interior. We needed a change of pace, Tusk and I. So I opted for the current fine muslin covering of pale pewtery ivory (with a delicate fleur-de-lis-ish silken stitching about the perimeter — very ‘Pottery Barn’, I thought). Maybe Tusk is simply looking down on this new fabric that he spends his days and nights looking down on.

Or have I gone too far, by changing the music that regularly lilts over his globular domicile? I know that he always seemed to perk up whenever Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass segued to the chorus of some memorable Mexicali tune. And indeed he would splash and swirl anytime James Brown was deep into some guttural funk riff. But are the greatest hits of ABBA all that bad? Isn’t Traci Chapman euphonious enough? Won’t he in his watery world be wooed by selected Beatles’ classics being played out on panpipes? Is his demeanor that of a music critic’s disgruntlement?

Then again, maybe Tusk is in need of a companion. Would a fishy fraulein eradicate the scowl from my pet’s visage, make him flip his fins with glee, blow bubbles of exuberance and romance? Should I spruce up his bowl with a gnarly sprig of fuchsia coral? Or one of those cute little pirate’s chests, complete with skull and crossbones upon it, and a spray of gold coins trickling out the slightly gapped lid? How about a tiny demure mermaid, nipples chastely covered with wee blue seashells?

Will somebody tell me, just what in the underwater world is this overgrown fish’s problem?

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suzettenaples 5 years ago from Taos, NM

His fishbowl and probably YOU! For heavens sake, set Tusk free. Let him out in the Gulf of Mexico and let him swim with the fishies. (and us humans) You are cramping his style! He needs to join a school of fish and explore the Gulf of Mexico. He needs to jump over a few dolphins and be with his own kind! For heavens sake he wants to be in fresh salt water, not Ohio chlorined water! Set Tusk free! Set tusk free! Set tusk free!

I'm starting a Set Tusk Free movement here in Florida, and I'm sure it will move up on to Ohio! Set Tusk Free!

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rickzimmerman 5 years ago from Northeast Ohio Author

I'll send you a STF placard post-haste. (Tusk strongly resembles a massive tropical fish once owned by a brother-in-law.)

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Paradise7 5 years ago from Upstate New York

You really need to get the poor dude a bigger bowl, if not an Olympic-size swimming pool. Even if you tried getting him a mood-adjusting woman-fish for his delectation, there's no ROOM for her in his bowl! It'd be like sharing a seat in a Porsche roadster, and fish aren't built for that kind of manouvering.

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rickzimmerman 5 years ago from Northeast Ohio Author

Oh, so you think a slightly larger aqua-pad might be the ticket? Let him flex his fins, fill his gills, untwist that tail? Guess that might work; he's not a sardine. Thanks, hadn't thought of that . . . . . ;-)

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Rosie2010 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

Hiya Rick, omg you and Tusk are so hilarious! I'm still laughing here. Change the music right away.. it's ABBA for sure. If I were Tusk, I would rather die. Or maybe, Tusk has outgrown is bowl.. what about a tank, eh? and while you're at it, while in the pet store, a fishy fraulein for poor Tusk is not a bad idea at all. lol

Voted up and definitely funny. I love your Tusk cartoon, too. Cheers!

Have a nice day,


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rickzimmerman 5 years ago from Northeast Ohio Author

Thanks so much, Rosie! Hope you enjoy more of my silliness . . . (Like perhaps "You Know You've Been Married Too Long When . . ."?)

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Rosie2010 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

I did, Rick, and I left you a comment.

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