"The Place To Be Seen When You've Nowhere Else To Go"
Saturday, January 23, 2010
My fish died today. I didn't know him very well. He was a gift from a friend. While he was alive he was a bit sullen, because he was a Siamese Fighting Fish. They have a reputation, so everyone says they have to be alone.
So he was alone. He was alone his whole life, except when I tapped on his tiny tank to wake him up for some little fish pellets. Then his tiny fins would go into action and he'd be ready to go conquer the world.
But he died.
I'm very sorry that he died. I miss him very much. Goodbye, Mr. Blue. May your tank always be bigger.