Samantha took a breath, steadied herself and then spoke, "It's okay to be enthusiastic about veganism and animal rights, I am too. It's good to care about the oceans and the fish who swim and live in the brine. I'm more than aware of the issues regarding dolphins and tuna. Yet there are some who cannot live without eating meat and fish, who cannot tolerate the processed foods that so often contain gluten, lactose or fructose. So as we speak of these food issues, let us remember to always nuance our words to show kindness to those who cannot walk this path. We can all work for better animal rights and ocean health no matter what we need to eat."
Organic veggies with fish? Now that has to win the prize for the most ironic dish ever.
"Nah, fish is dirty food, very polluted. For real. It's gross."
"Darling, fish can feel pain in the same way a person can. Heck, the senses we have evolved in them. They are intelligent, have wonderful memories, social lives and are sentient."
Below the ruffled water surface was a fish: small, barely a dart of silver, yet fast. Without visible effort it moved from plain sight, glimmering in the early morning sun, into the reeds before Talia could cry out that she'd seen it. A smile grew on her pale wintered face - spring had arrived.
With scales like the most delicate of armour plating, the fish made its way upstream, choosing the slower water of the shallows. Ryan moved his hand in the same way as it flexed its body, as if he wanted feel the same motion. As he stood there, feet in the mud, his eyes wandered too, taking in the pinkness of the belly and the stillness of the eye. And for that string of moments he tried to think like a fish, to immerse himself in the cold spring waters and experience life from an entirely new perspective.
C'mon man, how did they hook you? You never liked eating fish in the first place, should be easy to give it up. I mean, anything that needs that much vinegar and ketchup stinks, bleuch!