I wanted to try something different, so here it is.
Target: Magikarp (3K - 5K)
chars: 3792 (without spaces), 4694 (with spaces)
Those great cooking scents filled my nostrils. It is almost impossible to describe the scent of the red fish being cooked with butter, lemons and garlic. A delicacy.
My Master worked hard on capturing this Magikarp, this time he didn’t even need my help. But his wife is always happy to have me around, helping her.
My Masters don’t have any children. Master’s wife always blames herself for this, but the master always tries to comfort her. This is why he bought me in the city. I am a Machop, so I am almost human. I even have my own room and my own bed and my own bathroom. But there is one thing that I want more than those human things, Mrs. Master’s cooked Magikarp.
Every morning, me and my Master go to the river and fish those red delicacies. Then Master would behead them and put them inside a metal bucket. After we catch a couple of fish, we would come back to our little cabin in the middle of the woods. We are usually greeted with warm green tea and cookies. And then, Mrs. Master goes to the kitchen.
First she would get all of Magikarp’s eggs out of its stomach. She would put them inside an aquarium in the living room. As soon as they will hatch, Master will sell them in the city.
Mrs. Master would remove the guts, fins and scales. She would usually give them to her lazy old cat. Mrs. Tipsy and I don’t get along so well. I would wake up early and the morning and bring food to her house, and the Purugly would complain to me. She would say that I am annoying, and before I came to this household, she would live an amazing life. I usually ignore her, until she starts scratching me. Master would usually punish her and throw her into the forest for the night. He hates it when someone hurts me. He would usually call me “Son”, even though we are not related at all, but I don’t mind. Master might be old and grumpy, but he is a nice man.
Mrs. Master would fill the Magikarp with garlic, and then rub the skin with more of the white onion. I hare eating garlic. The taste is simply horrible, but who knew that it could add so much to the fish. With garlic, you can actually feel the amazing taste of the fish. This is one of the reasons Mrs. Tipsy doesn’t get any of it. Mrs. Master would say that garlic isn’t good for an old cat like her. Another reason for Mrs. Tipsy to stick her nails into my gray skin. But I wouldn’t fight back, it would disappoint my Masters.
Mrs. Master would slather butter on the Magikarp. She would make sure that she coated its inside, as well as the top and bottom of the fish. She would say that you need to be careful with butter. There is no such thing as too much butter, but it also might give you a heart attack. Just like Mrs. Master’s sister. She was fat and she didn’t take care of herself. Master wasn’t surprised she got a heart attack, but he wouldn’t tell it to his wife. He didn’t want to hurt her.
She would sprinkle some lemon pepper, bay leaves, thyme and basil. Nowadays spices are very expansive. Because the climates are changing, people that grow spices are having a hard time growing and selling them. Master tries his best to bring home the best spices he can find, but it turns into a difficult thing to do. Sometimes Mrs. Tipsy would say that it’s my fault that the couple doesn’t have as much money as they used to have before I came. If you ask me, this is her fault. Besides complaining, eating and sleeping, she doesn’t help at all.
By now, Master starts a fire outside the shack, for the sake of cooking the fish. Cooking it is simply a torture. It takes so long, and it’s usually ready around the time your stomach starts growling in hunger. Mrs. Master wouldn’t let us eat anything, so we won’t ruin our appetite. Master would usually sit by the river and smoke his pipe, while I helped Mrs. Master by mashing the potatoes. As long as we are busy, we forget about our growling stomachs.
Usually, near the time the fish is ready, Mrs. Master would ask me to sprinkle some soy sauce over the Magikarp. Soon we will begin eating.
Mrs. Master would make the table, putting the bowls of salads and mashed potatoes in the middle. She would insist on having family dinners, even if you are not hungry, or simply want to be left alone. You wouldn’t want to insult Mrs. Master.
As we seat around the table, Mrs. Tipsy would carefully approach me, rubbing her body against my leg. As soon as my Master will look away, I would give the fat cat the Magikarp.
You see, I prefer to eat salad and mashed potatoes. Not because I am vegetarian, but because I hate eating Magikarp. Those fish are way too rough and non - edible. But don’t misunderstand me; it is a delicacy, for an old, fat cat called Mrs. Tipsy.