Moochi

Once upon a time, there lived an innocent 8-year-old boy by the name of MK. He was an animal lover. He even liked fishes and frogs, and caterpillars as well as insects. Unfortunately, his pets never had a fortunate lifespan under his care. None of them had lasted above 4 weeks. The one day, Moochi came along.

Moochi was a baby tortoise with delicate limbs and the beadiest black eyes. When MK brought him home from the pet shop, he was placed in a plastic container with an inch of water, and because MK had not bought any tortoise pellets for him, the poor little thing had to feed on the green leaves that MK carelessly plucked from of his mother's growing plant, without her permission, of course.


MK adored little Moochi. He played with it all the time, lifting it onto his palm and stroking the hard shell. Whenever he settled Moochi onto the marble floor, Moochi would "run" as fast as his little limbs would take him. It always seemed as though Moochi was trying to get away from MK, but MK managed to catch him everytime.

His parents and his cousin, CG, told him that if he didn't take care of Moochi properly, the poor thing would die of exhaustion or even trauma. Each time CG saw MK, she would ask him the same question: "How's Moochi? Still alive?"
And MK would jovially reply, "Of course!"
"Oh, that's a miracle." CG would say.

Several days later, CG was typing away on her computer when she heard a small voice behind her that almost caused her to jump in fright. She spun around and saw MK standing there with an unreadable expression on his face. "Oh, it's you." she sighed and resumed her typing.
"Jie..." he called quietly.
"Yea?"
"Something happened to Moochi." he answered in a small voice.
Her fingers froze abruptly against the keyboard. "Huh?"
"He died."

This time, she diverted all her attention to him. "How? When?"
"Just now... I put Moochi in the bowl and they killed him."
"What?? What bowl? Who killed him?" she watched him in bewilderment.
"I bought two new fishes last night. Then I thought Moochi would be lonely, so I placed him with the fishes and then the fishes bullied him. He lost one eye and half his hand. So he died."

CG was speechless. "You mean you put your tortoise into a fishbowl with the fishes? What kind of fish? Fighting fish?"
"No, gold fish." MK said.
"They must've been a heck of a gold fish."
And then she started laughing because it seemed too ironic to be true.

Later that evening, CG was having a nice dinner when MK came by and announced, "Look! I brought Moochi back from the dead!" And he popped a tortoise on the table, and CG screamed and jumped up in horror. MK burst out giggling and that was when she realized that it was just a toy.

"What did you do with Moochi?" she asked him.
"Oh, he's left with the flies." his tone was flat and his face revealed no emotion.
"Bugger. You better not buy any more tortoises. After they all become extinct too."

A tribute to Moochi, who barely survived his 4th week.

This is a true story. I was bored, so I decided to blog about my cousin's deceased tortoise. What a life, right? And honestly, they have to stop making plastic replicas of tortoises and frogs and all those creatures! It's freaky 0.o

I'll blog about last Sunday's concert at KLCC as soon as I can. Maybe tomorrow, if I have time :)

By the way, in case you were wondering how Moochi got his name, it was given randomly by me. =)