Craig Bowen 
L. Frank Baum, a writer of “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz,” created a superb universe named for the label on his 2D filing cabinet (the primary cupboard became categorized A). Heroine Dorothy discovered that most of her classes were not within the land of Oz. The handiest people talked in Kansas, but in Oz, scarecrows, timber, and monkeys carried on conversations.
Baum created an uncommon heroine – few adapt easily when rules and expectations are unknown. Seemingly without hesitation, Dorothy quickly launched into the yellow brick road to get home. Most folks could remain in turmoil – indecisive, moving eyes, limited involvement, and perhaps losing appetite. Whether or not it’s a distinct college, a brand new activity, an unusual social group, or traveling within a new metropolis, the “Watch, wait, and delay action” is used by all; however, the bravest people, before we challenge out.
Fish wait, too. After months of making plans, six beautiful new fish arrived from California to enter my ninety-gallon saltwater tank. The fresh fish went from darkness (their touring bins have been the dark man or woman’s luggage, packaged inside warmth-managed boxes) into my properly lit tank. Like Dorothy, they located themselves in colorful, unexpected areas. My pleasure and anticipation have been rooted in the information that we had slowly and carefully adjusted the tank (with the most effective four resident fish) to welcome the new contributors. Resident fish had easy routines for swimming, eating, and leaving everything alone. I didn’t wager that one could turn into a nasty bully.
The starting of the acclimation process became misleading – all unique fish swam around, the new ones concealed creatively. Soon, it became time for “lights out,” and all fish determined secure areas to rest. The next morning, the Wicked Witch of the West unexpectedly seemed within the shape of a clownfish (Nemo to the ones familiar with the Pixar/Disney fish universe). He commenced tormenting a trio of new arrivals, darting and intimidating as soon as any ventured out to discover or devour. The bully, a curious and active tank resident, was previously a laugh to watch and has become a nonstop persecutor. Watching was once amusing, but I considered casting off the tank, now a troubling world of harassment and cruelty.
My constrained fish skills consist of looking, feeding, and calling on my fish expert, Matt, to professionally monitor and care for the fish. In the face of those new demanding situations, his recommendations for being patient and reorganizing the hiding places are all reasonable. It was considered horrifying to watch, reminding me of ways the winged monkeys picked Dorothy up and carried her away. I – the face outside the tank – become helpless because the wizard is to remedy tensions.
Amazingly, the brand new fish discovered their inner Dorothy as the week went on; each fresh fish advanced interest and courage. Week’s stop steadily solved the problem; no destruction of the Wicked Witch fish became required. The clown stopped his intimidation as the brand-new fish became bolder. Now fish swim together as though hassle had never been. Frank Baum didn’t abandon Oz. He endured his collection with 13 extra books. Dorothy accurately exchanged Kansas for Oz, her new domestic. She acclimated, as did the fresh fish in my tank. The tank – a microcosm of cruelty – is now again an area of beauty, co-life, and fun to look at.
