... Mr Brown woke me at 3 minutes to midnight last night, to let me know one of the little golden fish died. No marks on the body, but we are assuming it's the one that kept cramming itself into the filter pipes. Mr Brown buried it in the garden.
Farewell little fish.
Farewell little fish.
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Poor Fish. And they're so hard to train.
:o(
Mr Bear, this particular fish was not trained yet. In a past pond I'd taught the fish to come when I called (tapped a certain rythum) for their dinner but these ones are still learning.
E - :-( indeed, tis always a bit sad when a little life flutters out.
r.i.p. fishie
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