I had to bury a goldfish this morning; a very fat goldfish that appears to have jumped out of the pond, since there were no marks of a heron having had a go at it. Why would a goldfish just decide to end its life in that way? Sick of swimming around with the same old crew? Fed up of doing the same dance routines each day? Had enough of the same old diet: newts, flies, and the muck that its humans give it?
Did it have a death wish which it finally achieved? Was it thrown out of the group, made to feel a scape-fish? Did someone in the fish hierarchy believe that there wasn’t enough food to go round, and someone had to go?
These are questions the answers to which we will never know.
Suffice to say, the world is poorer by one gold fish than it was yesterday. And richer by one rather ridiculous post in this blog.
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