"The decision is yours." said the giraffe.
"Which means I can choose what I want to be?" the boy replied.
"It depends. In certain circumstance you were given a chance to do so, but not every options are tailored to your need. " He twisted his head and blinked his dreamy eyes.
"Why do you say so Mr giraffe?" the boy questioned.
"As you can see, the choice of picking an alternative way to solve your problem(IF you need to solve 1 currently) is the same as picking a fresh and fleshy fish among the fishes in front of the fishmonger. To take or not to take, to give or not to give. Your mind will always swings between the two options and weight both of them on the balance so that you will not regret in future,I supposed. " He clamped his hoots together and made a prayer gesture.
"What if both fishes are not fresh? Do I have to cover my nose and pick the stinking fish by it's tail and forced to pay for it? Rotten fishes are bad for health, you know. " the boy scratched his head.
"Eventually the fishmonger or whoever-he/she-is(passerby 1, hawker, senior) will make the decision for you. It's better to choose your own fish rather than take what you have prescribed right? At least in your mind you will feel better as you are the one who make your own decision afterall. Ohya, you can even decide how to cook the fish!" The giraffe patted the boy's shoulder, flapped his wings with sympathy.
"They are rotten fishes! I will get stomachache no matter how I eat them! Fried steamed boiled barbecued roasted, fish is a fish and will remain as a fish. " The boy pointed at his own tummy and showed a painful expression.
"Then pity for you. Next time,be wise to look for a better fishmonger, or by all mean, look for fresh smelling fishes. You need to pick your own fish at the end of the day." Mr giraffe tied himself into a ribbon knot and danced around the boy.
"Is it that IMPORTANT to pick a fish?" the boy doubted.
"A definitely yes. It's linked to your future and it matters whether you have stomachache or not after you eat that particular fish. Fresh and tasty fishes are scarce nowadays so better be satisfied of the fish that you have picked. " Mr giraffe said.
"Do you eat fish Mr giraffe?"the boy gazed at Mr giraffe.
"Unfortunately I can't even I am looking forward to taste a fish. It's an unspoken rule that giraffes consumes leaves from trees,not stinking flesh from the fish's bodies. Wingless or not, giraffes will not change their eating diets eventhough they are starving and a plate of fishes was served in front of them." Mr giraffe emphasised.
"I see. Thanks for forcing me to choose a fish, by the way." the boy smiled and held his fish high in the air.
"No thanks. Keep the bones as a souvenir if you want. " Mr giraffe waved his hand and flew upside down. Within a blink of eyes, he disappeared behind the cluster of clouds far above the mountain.
