All that’s left is a blurry photograph. Our Siamese Fighting Fish has gone on to meet his maker; he’s shuffled off this mortal coil; he’s pining for the fjords. Walter, you were a good sort, though not very sociable. We will miss you.
Alas, poor Walter. I knew him well, Horatio.
I’m assuming that foul play is not suspected. Henry has an alibi (pronounce a-LEE-bee)?
Suspected murder weapon: “a poin-ted stick”.
I should lend you my “Boys book of takin’ care of fish”…
@TBG:
I think I’ve seen that book – it has two boys on the cover with crew cuts (and wearing dungarees) looking into an aquarium with a 67-pound coal powered filter attached to the side. Published in 1957, yes?
yes…exactly. My friend Gary has such a fish called “rainbow” (it’s a boy fish but his little girl likes that name). He suggested giving it a good feed every now and again….