T'WAS the week before Christmas that the little lobster decided to escape from the tyranny of the catfish. It scampered all the way from the tank to the bathroom whereby a blood curdling scream was heard.
"Ma'am! Ma'am! Big scorpion!" Maria screamed. frantically looking for the Bygone.
The "big scorpion" was gingerly lifted by its claw and released back into the tank.
A little while later, the family decided to check on the lobster again, but couldn't find it anywhere, not even under the conch shell where it usually resided, out of harm's way.
A bit of red stuff was sticking out from the catfish's mouth. Its stomach was peculiarly shaped too, sort of bloated and pointy at places.