Published: 19.03.2026
Blubb. Blubb.
Dramatic hours.
I swear, I'm not exaggerating.
Just before the last breath of the fish moment, the leap into the uncertain waters of the fiery Aries tomorrow, there is real distress.
Here in the woods.
Suddenly we see him among all the rubble. Limp, dehydrated, and resigned.
Mrs. Kati gently picks him up. My unused emergency pouch immediately becomes a temporary lifesaver. But now what?
We look around helplessly. 'Finally you are here. Incomprehensible these young fishes, whose helper syndrome almost led them to complete mental confusion. It's just not the right environment to breathe!'
The little moss fairy shrugs. Our task is now clear.
Fish remains fish, now we just need to find the original source that he or she somehow lost on the foreign responsibility path.
First, we spot an ornate toilet, even with an integrated wooden flush. Here, the gross foreign... must first be discreetly disposed of.
Said and done.
While I take a little break with exquisite scented guessing games, Mrs. Kati pokes somewhat disdainfully in the slimy mess of all the poor victims that Fishy intended to rescue.
His landfall is still unclear to us. Anyone who willingly dives into that goo must have been very far from their source.
'I warned!'
The shark opens its mouth wide.
'If only Fishy had stayed here. After all, I am hungry too!'
His terrible mocking laughter makes it painfully clear to us - Fishy had no choice.
While I'm busy sniffing around, Mrs. Kati discovers the crucial missing link.
The big win, so to speak. Right in the moss, the lottery six? We roll up the messenger of the universe.
Well, the grand prize stands there. But not like that. Hold on, universe. Delivers, yet sometimes differently than you ordered.
A home of one's own, a source. A return to the right element. To what Fishy is. What Fishy needs, where Fishy can live alive and free. It was there from the very beginning.
And now, it wriggles in the bag. No wonder, its life force awakens. Resuscitation almost succeeded.
While Mrs. Kati is still taking care of business, after all, it requires an official certificate for the rediscovered source home, I discover the adjacent exclusive swimming lake.
Wow.
With an island, its own water spirit, and fresh water supply for life.
And while I take a little refreshing dip in the spring water of true happiness, a delicate voice from the neighboring property whispers towards us.
'This time, everything is good. This time, the true, the good, and the beautiful have prevailed. Even happiness with the neighbors now belongs to Fishy. No waste dumps, no gravel mountains, no whining and wailing. Just peace and quiet and of course, a lot of feeling.
The leap into the unknown is still pending.
Out of the bag, into one's own element, back to the source!
Hallelujah Fishy, you are healed!
We linger a little by the lake. Next door, a beech kindly watches over its grandchild and Fishy, yes, Fishy flows happily in the water of his ❤️.
We definitely need to drink something clear at home, uh, something clear I mean, of course.
Until the next adventure,
Your Gretl!
