A fish persuades Lynx to disobey his grandmother

I brought Margie into my office to look at a picture I had taken on Cross Island. Lynx came with her. After she admired the picture, Margie gave Lynx an order: "Come on Lynx, let's go out now."

"Goodbye!" Lynx said to her. And so he stayed for awhile, to hang out with Parrot Fish and me.

Text added at 11:18 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues.

The fish who shouted out orders

"Hey Bill!" 13-year old Parrot Fish called out to me as I sat at my computer trying to accomplish something.

"What?!" I answered, annoyed. When you need to accomplish something it really doesn't help to have a parrot fish shouting at you. Sometimes, I wish I had got a different kind of fish. A kind that can't learn how to talk.

"I bet I can make you do something you said you weren't going to do," Parrot Fish challenged.

"No you can't!" I rebuffed.

"Yes I can! You said you weren't going to make another Instagram or blog post today. I can make you do both."

"No you can't!" I angrily shot back. "You're just a fish! You can't make me do anything I don't want to do."

"Bill! Take my picture! Instagram it! Put it on your blog!" Parrot Fish demanded.

"No!" I emphatically refused. "You can't make me!"

"Bill!…" The fish ordered again - not once, not twice, but 3822 times until I was about to go insane. I got up. I took his picture. I Instagrammed it. I am about to put it on my blog. I don't know how one can accomplish anything, with a fish such as this around.