Simon was a smart fish. A very handsome fish with plenty of opportunities. He wasn't an ordinary fish, however. Simon was a beautiful red salmon. He swam through the freshwater rivers destined to find a beautiful mate. As he made it along, he eventually met a female named Ella. Get it? Salmon Ella? These two leapt through the waters together day after day. One day, Ella became pregnant. It was Simon's job to fertilize her eggs. However, when Simon swam towards Ella to finally help her reproduce, a large spear shot through the water, hitting Simon through the mouth. A muddled voice could be heard from above the water. "Didja get 'em alright Jimmy?" "Yeah, pop. Ima reel 'em in good!" These two men were named Mark and Jimmy. They were freshwater fishermen. As Simon was pulled from the water, Jimmy decided to pull Ella in as well. "Pop, look 'er thissun! This girl's preggers," said Jimmy. "Damn it boy, I told you to leave the damn females in the fuckin' water," said Mark. He eventually changed his mind and decided he'd use the eggs as a topping. Salmon eggs used for garnishing are often called "roe." They are usually portrayed as a cheaper version of caviar, being orange instead of black. Mark and Jimmy hastily made it back to their home in the woods. Mark was a little drunk. Jimmy wanted to go back outside and keep fishing, but Mark beat him relentlessly. Jimmy's mother, Helen, ran to his aid, but Mark slapped her and announced that he could raise his child his way. He claimed that because his seed created him, Mark should have full control over Jimmy's life. Simon, barely alive, tried flopping with varying degrees of success to escape the fishing basket. He was very close to sliding out, when suddenly Jimmy picked up the basket. Crying, Jimmy trudged to the kitchen to fillet the fish. Simon gasped for air harder and harder anticipating the first sweep of Jimmy's knife. Jimmy's tears made it hard for him to see, and he noticed his father had left the room. Jimmy quickly ran for the door in an attempt to escape from his domestic situation. He didn't get far before Mark caught up to him and beat him again. "You fuckin' pussy! I didn't raise my fuckin' son to be a cowerdin' sunova bitch!" Simon tried once more to gain momentum and leave the cutting board. He aimed to somehow hit the knobs on the sink and knock himself into the basin so he could finally breathe. Unfortunately, he was without his darling Ella. He couldn't selfishly rejuvenate himself without his unborn children and his mate. Simon gave up, and his attempts at freedom were futile. When Mark and Jimmy returned, Jimmy was visibly battered and bruised. He was holding his arm as it must have been in severe pain. Mark shouted at him to go to his room, and he'd finish with the fish. Simon cowered in fear from Mark. However, Mark eventually stumbled into the living room and fell asleep on the couch. The house fell silent. Simon could only live for so much longer and view the world around him until his eventual demise. Helen, sulking, came into the kitchen to fillet Simon. He could not possibly express the feelings and horror going through his mind at that very moment, but he only wished for an instant death. He closed his eyes, and the last thing he felt was a knife pressed firm on his neck, and he could almost hear the instant chop. The End.