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In our kitchen sits a fish bowl, the first major purchase of our eldest son C. His investment at the time encouraged the two younger ones to get their own pets. So it has been that three goldfish do regular laps of the fishbowl...
Until about six weeks ago, when R's (our daughter) fish died. She was devastated, and conducted a full funeral and burial in the front yard. Our youngest S broke his heart: must have some Italian blood, such was the power of his lament. A few days later we ventured back into the pet shop...
So, when I noticed the new fish foundering at the bottom of the tank yesterday morning, I took the chicken's option and returned to the pet shop for a look-alike, certain the other one was on its way out. All went according to plan last night, as the switch went unnoticed.
Unable to flush said foundering fish down the toilet before its time, I set it in a glass of clean water and put it out of sight. Again, no problems, as the fish stayed in the sunshine unnoticed. But...
Today this fish has experienced something of a renaissance. It can be found swimming happily and upright around the glass. So... we have a problem! How to explain four fish where once there was three.
Which only goes to show: don't try to hide death from the kids. It'll come back to bite one way or another.
Posted by gary at March 31, 2005 02:41 PM
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