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We call him Luther. So my fish, he's black.Almost a charcoal colour actually. He is about 12 cm long- a regular ol' Goldfish by anyone else�s eyes- but a lucky star in mine. The other day when I came home from work, he was laying in the fish bowl, on his side, not moving. I scooped him up with the fishy scooper and put him in my moms� best measuring cup. (I don't think she is too impressed about it but what can you do?) It was either an extremely deep bond I had with my fish or the fact I was stupid tired, because I started crying. Not just little tears, I was actually afraid I was going to flood the house. He was lying in the measuring cup for a couple hours, I checked on him periodically. Because I didn't feel like waking up to a dead fish in my room, I asked my dad to do the honours and flush him. He took the cup from me and I fell asleep. In the morning, I woke up, had a shower, and when I walked back through the kitchen- my fish was in the measuring cup, on the kitchen table, swimming. Hm. I wasn't unhappy, but I wasn't happy. My fish was toying with my emotions. Mom checked on him through out the day and told me I should probably feed him- maybe he wasn't getting enough food in the other tank. I actually believe the other 3 ORANGE goldfish in the tank were bullying up on him. You know, he�s black and the other guys are orange� This whole thing happened on Thursday night- it is now Sunday morning and he is alive and well. I was sure only humans were asses to each other about what colour their skin was- not fish. Sad to find out it happens to everything. Despite the odds, he is still alive. Sound like any other famous black person you know? Posted by Bella at 10:14 AM# 0 Comments:
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