Delicious dead cells for lunch.

Last weekend I went to a fish spa with my friend. It was more like a leg spa. We fed our legs to the tiny fishes in warm water. We were giggling so much even before we started, I think, half the fishes were already hiding... he he. We paid half price. Dad said that we should be paid for feeding those fishes with our good quality dead cells.

It was my first time at a fish spa. It felt so ticklish each time the tiny fishes started nibbling on my legs. I couldn’t stop myself laughing and giggling. In the end it felt like we laughed more than in a sleepover.

On our way home, I asked dad how come those fishes can eat our dead cells as if they were like some yummy stuff. Dad said that in nature, all living things have their own type food. And, that it’s a good thing that fishes and other animals don’t eat the same thing as human; otherwise there will never be enough food to go around. Can you imagine what will happen if the chicken, the giraffe and the cow had to fight for fried rice, maki and spaghetti bolognaise? He he. Nature has worked it all out already. The smaller ones eat delicious dead cells, the bigger ones eat the delicious small ones and the even bigger ones eat the bigger delicious ones. Then, we the people, eats them all. He he...

Isn’t it a good thing that we don’t get eaten by something much bigger than us? Like, what will happen if the dinosaurs were still around? You went out for your morning jog and you ended up as Dino’s breakfast. Then, as you were showing off your tennis skills, you became somebody’s dinner just when you were about to shout ‘ace’. And then, you can’t even chat online because some angry dinos knocked down all the electrical cables. Aiyoh!

I think it’s nice we are able to live without having to worry about being eaten. I feel, we are like kind of special. It’s like we are the class teacher’s favourite student or something... he he.

by small bright head