Fish-Foot Pool

Fish-Foot Pool

By Carly

As we dipped our feet into the pool full of little fish, I read the sign that was nailed to a pole at the edge of the blue, warm water.  “Put your feet into the pool and be still while waiting for the fish to eat your dead skin,” it read.  Eeeeeewww!  That’s so gros-ow!  A little fish had swum up to my feet and started to nibble.  As it did so, 10 or so fish darted through the water toward my feet like a swarm of bees.  OH!  AW! EH!  OW!  EEE!  The pack of little fish was nibbling away at my feet.  Nibble, nibble, nibble.  There was a sudden shout.  I knew my sister Perrin had just been bitten also. The fishes’ teeth felt like a feather and a knife blended together.  It tickled and hurt at the same time.  It was like the love-hate relationship that you sometimes have with your mom or dad.

Ha ha!  The deep laugh of my Dad’s friend’s 3-year-old son Julian echoed across the pool.  He was also getting tickled by the fish and was thrashing his feet around the water.     

“Hey!  Let’s see who can keep their feet in the water for the longest time,” my Mom laughed.  “O.K.,” we replied nervously.  We all took our feet out of the water and prepared for the contest.  “Ready, set, go!”  I plunged my feet into the water and again felt the nipping fish at my feet.  I jerked my feet away from the tickling fish and sat on the side of the pool.  Soon after, my Mom, my sister, Julian and Julian’s mom, Jennifer, laughed their feet out of the water also.  Although the fish looked like happy little gold fish swimming around a pool, we decided that they weren’t very friendly when they were feasting on our skin.