What Did the Goldfish Say to the Lobster?

Too busy. Can't talk.

A glass bowl filled with water sat atop the kitchen counter. Across the aisle, a gas flame flickered beneath a steel pot.

“It’s warming up in here,” said the lobster.

The goldfish swam an effortless lap, his eyes fixed on the pot.

“Hey. Is there anyone there?”

The goldfish stopped and glared indignantly.

“Oh, hi. I have so much to do.” He swam on.

“This water is warming up, but it feels kind of nice… like, what?” the lobster asked, genuinely curious.

“I’m writing a book, filing a lawsuit, starting a podcast, and painting a masterpiece.” Another lap.

“My shell is starting to change color.”

“The book could be about how to get things done.”

“It’s getting really warm in here.”

“Pastels are the better choice. Oils are too much work.” The goldfish blew a trail of bubbles and kept swimming.

“Whoa, the water is getting a little uncomfortable. Can you help me?”

“Maybe we can start a podcast. What do you think?”

“Ouch! It’s heating up.”

“This bowl is too small, I’m going to sue.”

“It’s hot in here!”

The goldfish kept swimming.

“I THINK I AM COOKING!”

“Yes, that’s a great idea. A cookbook.

I’m sorry.

Too busy. Can’t talk.”