December 17, 2013 by Musical
The fish across the room, the droplets plummeting from the filter, to meet a splash, and retreat to the higher waters once again, to do the same over again. No one could tell that with each splash drops of water disappear to be carried to the sky and used again.
Nobody, that is, except for me. With each coming day, I notice their tank slowly becoming empty.
Hello, I’m Musical.
I have suffered–er, I mean, my fish have suffered through a couple days..or so.
Wouldn’t that be nice, a Fish Abandoners Anonymous. I can’t keep up with the little guys, or mostly, I can’t keep up with the tank… I kind of want to give them away, but silly me! I’ve already dedicated one to the tank for a very sweet, sentimental 7 year old. Heaven knows, that me, a 13 year old, who dislikes seeing/hearing children cry immensely, hasn’t a chance.
I’m working on that review, and hopefully, I can have it out soon. 🙂
Keep being crazy, but also live dangerously, and eat your veggies.