here fishy, fishy...

yesterday, when i got home, here fishy, fishy [(MY FISH)from here on referred to as hff] was swimming weakly. he was floating, more or less, not really swimming. his little tank was clean, ha, clean as a whistle, in fact. my brother, the fish killer [from here on referred to as tfk] well, judging by the nickname that i have given him, well, he washed my fish's tank with DISHWASHING liquid. he always does that, but hff always recovered. last night though, i was there to witness the final attempt at life. ah, i even tried to tap him on the side with the bamboo in a stupid, but really, a v v weak attempt at CPR. sigh. alas, he would move, but in quick bursts of speed, and then a stillness. so goodbye my fish. that is it. no more fishies for me.


here fishy, fishy (hff)


tfk


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