I'll start at the beginning.
It was last week, and I'd decided to get a fish. Not an expensive fish, like a 29cent orange goldfish. (I think you know how this will end)
I was the original fish buyer, but of course, Ambrose, my brother, had to have one as well.
I woke up this morning to see my poor fish shambling around the fish bowl. It was opening and closing its mouth really quickly.
Well. My fish died. And Ambrose's is fine -- better than ever.
It didn't even have a NAME!
My theory is that Ambrose's fish stole all the air in the bowl...and the food... and the space...
Grrr...
I'm going to show you a morbid picture...
(Notice the dead orange one and the evil laughing other one)
(Sniff sniff)
RIP FISH
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