"Carp are fucking sick man!" Anna exclaimed, looking into the mesmerizing oil barrel that now housed over 500 carp spawn, each one reflecting the light of the fluorescent light tubes that haphazardly hung from the treated spruce support beams of Dorothy's basement.
"I know right," Dorothy said with a sly smile on her face, "they're much more valuable to our costumers than that common old lake trout we raised last season." As if it had overheard the conversation, a battle scarred trout splashed in a holding tank nearby, it's flat, grey scales a monotone beacon of its life in the captivity of the high schoolers.
Indeed, the two friends didn't exactly treat the fish with the greatest of decency, cramming them into whatever container could reliably hold enough water with no thought put into cleaning out the chemicals that those containers once held.
Anna licked her lips at the thought of slaughtering the old trout into a delicious fish fillet with baked garlic bulbs. Unlike the common stock that the pair farmed for their customers, the alpha breeding fish were held in a delicate glass tank with the freshest of water and the best of feed the pair could synthesize.
A hard knocking sound could be heard from the door, but the pair were not concerned. Their associate, Jen, was a lot more concerned.
"The knocking is getting louDER GUYS! GUYS! DO YOU HEAR ME??!" Jen's shouting fell into deaf ears though, as the duo did not care to return her call. They were too busy adjusting the nitrate levels of the mismatched holding ponds of the carp spawn, as if their lives depended on it. In a sense, their life did depend on their ability to raise the common freshwater fish, as far as socially aware high schoolers were. Fame was as good as fortune in a AP chemistry class, and fish were pretty close to fortune.
"GUYS! The fucking fishcucks are here again, and looks like their not gonna' give up as easily as last time!" Jen was getting restless. She hadn't farmed through a raid yet, and the pair didn't tell her enough about the convoluted laws surrounding search warrants in their modest state of Saskatchewan. The carp didn't get bothered by the endless shouting, and even the aggressive lake trout were quiet in their holding tank.
"Everything's ready Anna, now get outta' here before they bust my darn door down." Dorothy spoke in a stern tone. Anna couldn't get how such a spiteful individual could be so careful to not profusely swear every other sentence, but she respected the attempt at being family friendly when in the vicinity of the fish.
The air in the basement was heavy with water moisture and the smell of fish when Anna quietly slipped out of the sliding window, over a tall oak fence giving privacy to the backyard, and into the cover of a undeveloped forest behind Dorothy's residence. She took one look back at the clay brick house of her fellow fish farmer, and disappeared into the wilderness.
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Anna, We Need To Illegally Raise Carp!!!
HorrorIn postmodern Canada, two high schoolers decide to raise carp illegally, despite carp farming not being illegal. Together, they must evade the Saskatchewan Department of Environment officers that try to help them raise carp ethically and legally, an...
