So I went home and tried to forget about the fish; but the more I tried to forget, the more I remembered. The next day, a fisherman came to my doorstep and tried to sell me some fish. I said okay for this was normal for a fisherman to come to your doorstep to sell fish. He brought he fish out of his car and then that was the time I realised that he only had one fish. As he walked closer it came to my attention that it was that white three-eyed fish. I paid the fisherman fifteen dollars and carried the fish into the room. The question going through my mind was “How am I meant to get rid of this fish?” the obvious answer would be to eat it or throw it away but I don’t know if it’s poisonous and it might somehow come back to me. So out came this brilliant idea. I started to chop the fish and put it into my neighbours’ mailbox.
The next day I woke up for my usual fishing trip and I found it unusually silent. So after I fished, I went around to some neighbours’ houses I found them lying on the ground, dead I presume. Then I realised the fish was poisonous. Well, at least I got rid of the