Monopterus albus story composition

a while ago, a friend of my father sent me some yellow locusts. Mother poured them into a bucket and then put tap water. Monopterus albus scurried about in the water. You squeezed me, I squeezed you, and some of them bit each other, as if to say that the position was not big enough and it was crowded to death. I looked at these ricefield eels and thought that they would be a delicious meal on the table, so I said to my mother, "Can we not kill them?"

"If you don't kill them, what do you need them for?" My mother looked at me with strange eyes.

"Let's keep them." I begged.

"What's it for?" Mom asked.

"We treat them as pets." I said.

"Have you ever seen a man who keeps Monopterus albus as a pet? "

"No. " I was obviously a little weak. After a pause, I said, "But we can be the first."

"Monopterus albus is meant for people." Mom is eloquent.

I can't beat my mother, so I have to continue my homework.

a few days passed, and my mother seemed to agree to my request, but she seemed to forget the eel. I'm glad that the eels have been kept in barrels.

However, it didn't last long. One Sunday morning, I had a premonition that something ominous would happen. Unexpectedly, it is still true! Mother proposed to kill Monopterus albus, and my sister also advised her not to. But it's a waste of time. Mom still wants to kill the eel.

I advised my mother again: "Monopterus albus tastes terrible. Anyway, if you kill them and fry them, and no one eats them, you might as well not kill them, don't you think?"

"Do you like it or not?" Mom said mercilessly. Seeing that the buckets filled with Monopterus albus were all carried to the "guillotine".

I quickly said, "If you kill an eel, you kill a life."

This trick still doesn't work. After killing Monopterus albus, mom will open the plug of the pool, then turn on the faucet and clean up the countertop pool. Although the blood in the pool was washed away, the blood in my heart could not be washed away or erased.

at dinner, when the pot of fried eel was served, my mind was full of vivid scenes of eel being brutally killed, so I didn't touch it with any chopsticks.