Billie's Goldfish, chapter 3
Recap:
Tre spent the night in the hospital. He had his fun. And now for the friggin' story.
Tre, Mike and Billie Joe made their way to the local pet store to pick out a new pet. One that cannot make its way down Tre's pants, lives in water, and cannot be flushed down the toilet.
"What if you got a cow? Would'nt that be awesome?" Tre asked.
"Dude, no. Cows are wierd." Billie laughed. Mike stared at a cat in a cage, and the cat kept batting at Mike's nose.
"What about a rat?" Tre continued.
"Fuck no. A rat can fit down your pants." Billie said, looking at some puppies.
"Hey, like that song I wrote, Like a rat does cheese! Holy shit! Then that would be real!" Tre started to jump around like a crazy little kid.
Billie looked at a real small Golden Retriever puppy, just laying away from the rest of the litter. He was really small, probabaly the runt.
"That dude's cool! I'm getting him!" Billie smiled.
"What about a parrot?" Tre persisted.
"No, they're annoying. Plus one chased me when I was a kid." Mike told Tre. He grabbed Tre by the collar and led him out of the store, with Billie trailing behind with the little puppy on a leash.
*At Billie's House*
"What should I name him?" Billie asked his band mates. The puppy was asleep in Billie's lap. Wierd. Like a cat should sleep in laps right?
"Dick!" Tre yelled
"No." Billie replied.
"Ummm.....Turtle."
"What the hell?"
"Ana Cabrera, like the hot chick on the news."
"She scares me. And this is a guy dog, remember."
"I don't know. I'm out of ideas." Tre concluded.
This went on for a while. But they rested on Joe. Kinda fit the little dog too.
*Joe's P.O.V.*
Well, my name sucks. It'll do though. There are lots of wierd people..or aliens...or cows...I can't tell what they are. My 'owner', I found out his name was Billie, is huge. But this other one of his kind, Mike, is way bigger. They scare me. And it seems like the third one, Tre, always has something poking in his pants. But Billie's real cool.
Later....
The next morning, I woke up and jumped off of Billie's bed, and went to explore around the house. The wierd guy, Tre was asleep on the couch. I jumped on Tre and barked in his ear. Tre jumped, startled. "Who the living hell?" he yelled. I fell off of Tre, landing on the floor, barking more until he got up and went to the kitchen. Where the hell was my food? I was hungry.
Tre gave me some wierd food and water. The food I ate, but it tasted like tuna. I think thats for cats. Maybe the poor guy's confused me with a cat.
Tre spent the night in the hospital. He had his fun. And now for the friggin' story.
Tre, Mike and Billie Joe made their way to the local pet store to pick out a new pet. One that cannot make its way down Tre's pants, lives in water, and cannot be flushed down the toilet.
"What if you got a cow? Would'nt that be awesome?" Tre asked.
"Dude, no. Cows are wierd." Billie laughed. Mike stared at a cat in a cage, and the cat kept batting at Mike's nose.
"What about a rat?" Tre continued.
"Fuck no. A rat can fit down your pants." Billie said, looking at some puppies.
"Hey, like that song I wrote, Like a rat does cheese! Holy shit! Then that would be real!" Tre started to jump around like a crazy little kid.
Billie looked at a real small Golden Retriever puppy, just laying away from the rest of the litter. He was really small, probabaly the runt.
"That dude's cool! I'm getting him!" Billie smiled.
"What about a parrot?" Tre persisted.
"No, they're annoying. Plus one chased me when I was a kid." Mike told Tre. He grabbed Tre by the collar and led him out of the store, with Billie trailing behind with the little puppy on a leash.
*At Billie's House*
"What should I name him?" Billie asked his band mates. The puppy was asleep in Billie's lap. Wierd. Like a cat should sleep in laps right?
"Dick!" Tre yelled
"No." Billie replied.
"Ummm.....Turtle."
"What the hell?"
"Ana Cabrera, like the hot chick on the news."
"She scares me. And this is a guy dog, remember."
"I don't know. I'm out of ideas." Tre concluded.
This went on for a while. But they rested on Joe. Kinda fit the little dog too.
*Joe's P.O.V.*
Well, my name sucks. It'll do though. There are lots of wierd people..or aliens...or cows...I can't tell what they are. My 'owner', I found out his name was Billie, is huge. But this other one of his kind, Mike, is way bigger. They scare me. And it seems like the third one, Tre, always has something poking in his pants. But Billie's real cool.
Later....
The next morning, I woke up and jumped off of Billie's bed, and went to explore around the house. The wierd guy, Tre was asleep on the couch. I jumped on Tre and barked in his ear. Tre jumped, startled. "Who the living hell?" he yelled. I fell off of Tre, landing on the floor, barking more until he got up and went to the kitchen. Where the hell was my food? I was hungry.
Tre gave me some wierd food and water. The food I ate, but it tasted like tuna. I think thats for cats. Maybe the poor guy's confused me with a cat.
