Part 1: Lazy Watzits

My name is Barry. Don’t ask, don’t care. I’m what you call ‘fat’. Or, someone called me it once, then I asked my mum what it means. Apparently something good. Then they called me dumb, but I don’t know what that means either and I couldn’t be bothered to go and ask someone, too much effort, so they called me ‘lazy’. No idea. Anyway, I live a good life, sitting in the pond, chilling with the fish, eating the fish, being fat, you know. The good life. Just gotta steer clear of the bigger ‘Barrys’- they are what you cool fit. I’m told it’s the opposite of fat, and with my high intelligence level I figured out if fat is good then fit is bad. Ha! Imagine being fit. Pah! Oh and uh, I’m a dime… dime… dime-trod-on. I think. We have big fins on our back- wait- no- sails. Yep. Big word I know. I’m kinda awesome that way. No need to clap. Wait what’s clapping? Nevermind!

Anyway, I was just minding my own business one day when a fish that was as big as I was was swimming down stream, towards the mouth of the river! I was hungry, 29th Breakfast on route! I swam after it but it kept swimming- I can’t exercise! It makes me work. I hate work. When I finally caught it, it’s red mist spread in the lake. It was delicious. Then, all the bigger Barrys came and circled me. I was too busy enjoying my 29th breakfast to notice them at first but, Then one grabbed me in its teeth. I struggled but it made red mist come out of me! I never thought about what’s inside a Barry. Including me. Well, now I know. The insides of me in the inside of another Barry. Ah well, let’s see what happens now

Hope you liked it! Part two will involve the Barry that ate Barry… Confusing, I know, but hope to see you in the next one!

-Nightfall