Muses

Musing On When You Feed a Fish.

We have a new member of the family. And he lived through the first night. 

After much gnashing of teeth and trips to-and-fro to the car my son got his wish.  

A trip to Wal*Mart for a fish. 

 
 
 
 
 

This is what 38 cents will get you at Wal*Mart.

He looks terrified. That’s one smart goldfish. 

He’s also a bitty one. About the size of a hangnail. 

I keep wanting to call him Otto. 

“When you feed a fish, never feed him a lot. 

So much and no more! Never more than a spot, 

or something may happen? You never know what.” Fish Out of Water 

I think he grew a tiny bit since we fed him this morning. 

Nemo and not Otto. Nemo is his name. 

For now he is alive and swimming around in his bowl. In a house of two cats who haven’t noticed him yet. He’s that small. 

Maybe I better go feed him … 

Not a lot. 

           

           

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