Huck's Life-Personal Narrative

Wouldn’t it just have to be today, on the day that he had the most important meeting of his life, that it had to rain fish? The roads were chaos, the radio stations were no better than static, and Huck was ready to burst a blood vessel.
Was this traffic light going to wait until pigs flew to flash green?
Wait, no. He wasn’t in the mood for any more airborne menageries this morning.
Unwitting passersby ducked and swivelled in a contentious ballet, as the torn-ocean sky threw up last night’s takeout. It would be one thing to say the pedestrians were confused, but it wouldn’t compare to the bug-eyed alarm of the poor fish who pelted the pockmarked asphalt with as much ire as an acupuncturist paid minimum wage. The drains were filled with heaving halibut, the awnings weighed down by startled salmon, each gaping specimen mirroring the expressions of the …show more content…
The latter was an attempt at a joke by Huck’s least favourite radio host. There weren’t even any chars falling, as far as he cared to see. He gripped the steering wheel tighter. His doctor could kiss his low blood pressure goodbye.
In the back seat, the earthbound form of Cerberus—otherwise known as Huck’s brain-deficit pet dog—was yelping like a rubber ball caught in a wringer. Didn’t the mutt realize he wasn’t a cat?
An unfortunate minnow went splat! against the rear window and Cerberus’s bark rose to a pitch that only trees and toddlers high on sugar could hear. Huck heard claws scratching along his leather seats, and let out a hiss his sister’s cat would’ve envied. Why did his wife have to give him the mongrel today?
The light refused to change. Huck thought that he might just barrel through the traffic like some mad bull, then reconsidered it; he reasoned that mass murder wouldn’t be the best late excuse when he got to that