Poor Smokey. Those unexpectedly massive fish are fighters! Even beyond death!
When I was your son’s age I had a goldfish who grew much too big as well. Unlike Smokey, my fish was constantly attempting to escape. He refused to be contained by a mere fish bowl. He had a world to explore! Every morning I woke to the feel of a cold, smooth body underfoot as I rose out of bed. How he survived the number of years he did daily landing outside his tank and waterless for hours, I’ll never know.
Poor Smokey. Those unexpectedly massive fish are fighters! Even beyond death!
When I was your son’s age I had a goldfish who grew much too big as well. Unlike Smokey, my fish was constantly attempting to escape. He refused to be contained by a mere fish bowl. He had a world to explore! Every morning I woke to the feel of a cold, smooth body underfoot as I rose out of bed. How he survived the number of years he did daily landing outside his tank and waterless for hours, I’ll never know.
But I am scarred for life.